Just Minutes from A Predatory feast.

Just Minutes From A Predatory Feast.

Lettuce consider
dressing for dinner
and what we should pour out
over our vegetative state
as we peruse the menu.

 
Menu love to devour
while I sip Chardonnay
minutes away from a
predatory feast.

 
The candle sputters

a suggestive bit of

heat and captures
your eyes

hunger gleaming
as you suckle

a lamb chop
and I scrape

the sweet pulp
from a buttery

avocado.

 
Soon a sizzling slab
of artery clogging,
pure garlic drenched,
steamy bovine mass,
is set before me
and I become primitive
eating it with relish,
not of the green kind
but of the

mouth watering
lip smacking,
Neanderthal kind.

Later I will

enjoy another
spread of flesh 

for desert
salivating over

it's texture and heat.

 
Smothering all its silky
juices between my lips
savoring one tidbit
over and over.

 

What you share

with me then  

will most likely 

cause you too to

become primitive
in a natural state of bliss
while I feast

on what nature
has provided in it's
vast bounty of
Summer's delights.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III