Dinner

When i first laid eyes on her I knew,
she's the one who
made me feel empty inside in a good way.
The empty you feel right before a good meal,
from her licorice black hair
flowing so freely through the air,
to her golden brown skin
that you just know tastes better than sin
to those amazingly delicate hands
shattering all your confident plans.
Seeing her in that silk dress,
you knew that dinner would be great, but dessert was going to be best.
The first kiss was more intoxicating than wine
just to feel her give in, oh so devine!
Her skin turning out to be softer than sugar and twice as sweet
this was truly the best meal you could eat.
Never wishing to appear greedy,
but with her seconds were more than needy,
you crave her taste now,
like a starving man arriving to chow.
Her lustful screams
as you recklessly devour her delicate betweens,
music to your ears
sounding like the champion for whom the crowd cheers.
Her soft, delicate eyes
reminding you of the way you claimed the prize,
the deadly little devil in her smile,
reminding you, eternity was yours even for a small little while.