Brunch

I sit across the table from you with this food in mouth by I still hunger.
For what I desire can not be satisfied by what is on my bone china plate.
I sit chewing all these different textures of cuisine but my mouth still waters
For what I desire is not this substance.
I desire you.
I want to taste every piece of you. I want to know all your flavors.

I sit and I admit from the moment I met you I wanted you.
The lust that manufacture in my heart was shameful.
Watching you I loose all my appetite for these mortal nutrients
Who needs these crab cakes I would rather be biting into your cakes
Throw away this cucumber salad I would rather toss yours.
But I sit quietly, reserve and I eat this dinner with less flavor than you.

My heart skips a beat but I am embarrassed to look at you.
I do not want this bake chicken with mash potatoes and string beans
If there was anything I could have on this plate it would be you out those blue jeans
I am acting like a fain but I sit quietly and consume my meal
The beads of sweat that runs down your forehead I wish to lap up with my lips.
Ah, the taste of your skin is far more flavorful than what’s on this plate.

I sit across from you with a glass of cool water but desire for you to make me wet
Make me sweat with sweet ecstasy
Make me hotter than that old oven they baked this chicken in.
Let me quiver by your touch
Let me inhale all your distinct musks.
Let me leave here smelling of sex; your sex, the sex only you can give me.
I sit across the table from you eating this food but still I hunger because I do not even know your name.