KITCHEN SURPRISE

My love won't be averting his eyes;
I'm preparing a kitchen surprise.
I'm serving myself, naked, with cream
Topped by cherries at the points extreme.

Where his eyes lead his tongue will follow,
Greedy for all that he could swallow.
Just being licked down to my bare skin
Will start me wanting himself within.

On the kitchen table I will be
Spread on my back, legs crossed at the knee
As he comes back from long day at work;
His husbandly duty he won't shirk.

When he sees the opportunity
To find his way through taste into me,
It will get messy but full of fun;
I'm the oven welcoming his bun.