The Feast

All these years I have been hungry

lying in dream next to you as we sleep

All this time, starving myself

when you have been righ here at my table

To move beyond my need for you

to feel my greed

I want to feast on you

every last morsel

Eat of you until I cannot move

I groan and I ache, I am so full of you

No elegant tea party for me

I want to dig in with both hands

eat with my fingers

The juices run down my arms

and over my rolled-up sleeves

I´ll slurp, and I´ll most heartily burp

as I devour this banquet of you

You need not excuse me

for I will not apologise

Table manners be damned

I have waited long enough

The smell of your freshly showered body

crisp and crunchy, ripe for the picking

enticing me to take a bite

Your toasted toes

Your buttocks, risen to perfection

Each ounce of you a delight

Dark rich chocolate of your eyes

you´re a sweet and luscious dessert, my love

I´ll lick the bowl clean, every last taste

with my sticky fingers

I will partake you

Roasted, my fattened lamb

I´ll carve succulent slices of you as you sleep

a midnight feast

My gluttony knows no bounds

I drink to you, my spouse

the deep red wine running down my chin

over my shirt, staining my skin

I will sleep replete each night, divinely drunk

divinely drunk, intoxicated with you

and wake each morning once more

to my hunger and to my greed