let me throw you on the table
like blue plates from the dollar store
unfolding your intimate napkin
with playful design
flipping you over with spatula desire
tipping your breasts
smearing my lips
devouring your cuisine
with fingertip delicacies
exploring the curve of your spine
that serves you up like a soup spoon
finding the pleasure within
that slips like a salad fork
through your marinated dressing
let me
i will empty you
like a chalice
with a brim full
of delight
Wow.. You had me wanting more the whole time I was reading it. I like.