The Spread

So hungry, it hurts, yet the pain brings a smile.
A tantalizing spread is laid before me, beckoning
Restraint please, I hear inner voice cry, self admonishment
Slap, slap! Take your time! Look at the perfect presentation!

Many meals to be enjoyed, one eyebrow raised, smirk.
Licking the lips, close the eyes to savor the aroma.
And what of you? O hungry beast?
Do you see anything that waters the palate?

Dive in! Murmur loud! Use your hands today!
No napkins or candlelight here, insatiable one.
Do not be shy, no place for it here!
Take your second helping sir, if that be your desire.

Is it tender? Like the texture?
How does it feel in your mouth?
Does your tongue roll over every morsel?
Please take another bite.

Rolling down your chin, sweat on brow
Do not tell me you’re still hungry sir!
I shall fill your plate with what you require.
Oops, dropped a wee bit on your lap! I’ll tend to it, smiles.

Feeding you now
My hands full of what you need.
May I taste as well sir?
Don’t mind if I do!

Leaning toward the scents
Tongue takes in the delectable offering
Bittersweet, my favourite flavour!
How did you know?

Hats off to the chef , we cry!
Wondrous concoction served up today!
Don’t bother with ingredients, too much to digest
Just want to eat more! Good god! I am famished still!

One must eat, you know.
We are in survival mode it seems.
Cannot seem to get our fill, can barely breathe, reckless fury
Primal intake, all consuming, ravenous rumbling.

Snarling, growling, gulping, swallowing
No hands come near or they shall be lost!
Sweet lord! What succulent feast is this served up?
Cannot handle much more, so rich, so sweet!

Oh my, Oh my, Oh God, Sweet Lord!
Oh! So good! So glorious! Delicious!
How much more can I take in?
The void nearly filled, and we’re ready to burst!

And do…

Fall back in our chairs, satisfied
Giggling at our mad indulgence
Sighing in splendor, ashamed little at our gluttony
Whew! Do all diners enjoy such helpings as this?

Breathing calming, coming back to earth
Brush the crumbs from each other
Smiling, licking fingers, adjusting buttons
We know we’ll be hungry again.

Oh yes! What time will the table be set tomorrow?
What will be served, I inquire, as I’d like more of the same.
A masterpiece it was, merci beaucoup monsieur!
Strange wonderful cravings, sated, briefly silenced.

Until, we eat again.