like french candies
on the table
your sweet little hands
and the overtures they
imply
pot luck delight and
the sensual rhythm
of lala-libido
wading through customs
declaring a wish
to live in foreign intrigue
for one evening with you
the wicked endeavors
of extra curricular activities
alcohol and tawdry rambling
lips upon lips
then the well-known
below the belt
sweet tooth appetite
mud pies from your pleasure garden
the confections of desire
at least
once around the block
and forever
in your neck of the woods