STRAWBERRY

The strawberry was deftly placed,
chocolated, near her secret place
balanced on her belly button,
luring her sexual glutton
to lick around, then he must choose:
that heart shaped fruit, so full of juice -
should he nibble it with control,
or swallow it in one piece whole?
 
It was the way that she would gauge
how with her sex he would engage,
whether in wham-bam he'd take her
or be a thorough love maker
who would take his time savouringly,
slow but surely turning his key,
apply his being, heart and head
in satisfying her in bed.