Just Desserts - Poem

Soft fingertips brush together as

deep luxurious breaths pass over

lapping tongue.

Teeth clench

and relax

in wait of exotic

cravings.

“Your dessert.”

Silence broken

with eyebrow cocked.

One pot, two spoons.

“Your move.”

Caressing the spoon

she lays it down

flat on its back

and taps

hard,

Harder,

HARDER,

Crack.

Thick cream oozes

and smothers the crisp sugar

and steams in plumes like

warm blood blooms in cheeks

And throbs.

Hot breaths entwine

and kiss as the soft

moistness coaxes fingertips to

plunge and tongues to hiss.

Too hot to touch.

Soft lips smack

as he sucks her finger clean.

Again, she plunges in the heat

Indulging in sweetness

that drips down her chin.

He smirks

and braces for

a daring crescendo.

His broad hands dip and slide between

And gasp.

The cool clank of cutlery and

icy stares of

fallen expectations

and Slap

“Bite me!”

Heels tap

faster and

Faster and

FASTER

away…

A lone cab home.

The waiter smirks.