Appetizers

An occasion without a code of mandatory dress
Location: home
Event: dinner for two

Setting: Raindrops rhythmically playing sensual symphonies on rooftops
While harmonious crackling emanates from fireplace
Fragrant candles illuminate buffet

Al Green seduces balancing sensitivity with masculinity

The feast has been sprawled out.

He kneels upon tatami mat to cushion knees
Uncovers served dish
To reveal delight to carnal senses

Elbows resting upon fabric not of table but of divan

Raised
It rests
Bottom firmly secure within hands for control
Gentle so as to not damage this fragile amber dish

Inhalation, the scent, a salty vapor

Mother always warned not to play with foodbut some cuisines are meant for play
(Besides, what shes serving is irresistible)

Pursed lips upon rim
Strangely soft and firm
Edging tongue over brim to catch
Spilled brew that overflows
Allowing taste buds the seemingly endless pleasures of this meal

Mouth reaches humid broth
Reaction is Overactive lips devour with each motion
Consumption occurs with noisy slurps in
A performance of deafening proportions
Ravenously ravaging this aphrodisiacal banquet
Not as a man would but as a famished beast
Only using mouth and hands never utensils
(cause that would be just so artificial)

He be caveman-like in his ferocity
Seeming as if he, hasnt had a fit prey for some time
He takes his fill

In his greed
Hes childlike
Devouring a favored flavored candy or ice cream treat
Stimulation of the palate
He tips the dish to allow the bubbling liquids to gush
This warm scintillating elixir flows down gullet
He has licked the bowl clean till it remains moist from tongue-lashings

She smiles with elation
Simultaneously she gratifies while being satisfied with her thoughtfully prepared dish
Her only wish
That he asks for seconds upon thirds upon sixths upon ninths
that form into lengths of days
And that his thirst for the broth would be unquenchable
So that she might enjoy watching him consume over and over and over and over again
Yet he reformulates the recipe of seduction
There is remaining in the bowl a delectable spice
But sweet,
Like a mango seed
Yet the size of plum pits.
Hes strangely drawn to suck upon it

Using just lips, tongue and (of course) hands that allows him visceral access
He explores this wondrous seasoning with the same wonder and intensity as
Newlyweds set forth to consummate vows taken in spiritual splendor
And he derives the same joys
Who could have thought that dinner for two could be such a phenomenal event?
Yet this has only been the appetizers
Just wait for the main course followed by dessert.


Nahshon-Rae