Your Feast

Been preparing for days
So many small details
I want everything perfect
A Thanksgiving to remember

Your watching me run around and cook
Completely clueless to the surprises in store
I know your hungry, it's in your eyes
But tell me lover, for what?

Is it the food you smell cooking?
Sweet and savory delights awaiting you
Or is it me, your lil southern confection?
Running around all day in next to nothing

You think I'm setting the table
In a way I am
For this feast though
The first course is ME

I call you into the dining room
Your eyes get big and wide
There I am waiting on you Sir
Stretched out on the table is your sexy lil pilgrim