Erotic Senses - Taste II

The room lit from the lights of the midnight city.  
Restaurant put to bed  
Hot soapy showers  
wash away the evening’s labour  
 
Wrapped up in light robes  
Chef and saucier  
alone at last  
Nerves buzzing from a busy service  
Evening relaxation comes slowly
 
Table laid  
with  
an odd assortment of  
Small glasses  
Plates
Amuse spoons  
 
What is this?  
The chef asks with a curious
playful smile  
Saucier’s plans were always fun  
 
Chef!
Saucier stands at mock attention  
Mimicking the droll a doting waiter
replies  
I have planned  
a special experience tonight
It is our anniversary after all  
Ten years in business  
Ten years as lovers
Travel forced a week of fasting  
Now,
I want you to taste  
Us  
 
Saucier levers herself up onto the table  
Feet planted on either side of chef’s chair  
Chef cursing the shadows  
hiding the lovely view  
 
Tisk, tisk tisk
Tonight is for tasting,
Not looking  
Yes, saucier!
 
A small glass raised to his lips  
Cool sparkling minerality  
of pallet cleansing water  
 
Saucier raises another small glass to his mouth  
The hit of salt, chili and celery  
Acid of tomato
Salty funk of clam and Worcestershire
Drinking Cesars with the staff after their first shift
Shameless flirting
 
A spoon  
Sweet summer tomato  
Rich olive oil  
Spicy green onion  
Savoury fresh basil  
Crunchy yeasty crostini  
Appetizer on their first real date  
Kissing in the dark corner of the patio  
Hands barely avoiding what they so urgently wanted to explore.  
 
Chocolate mousse  
Silken creamy richness  
Sweetness  
Fine chocolate  
The dessert that was abandoned  
When they reached chef’s apartment  
Hands could roam  
Lips explore
Bodies join  
Chocolate mousse is also good for breakfast  
 
Spicy bitterness of arugula  
Salty dressing  
Sourness of buttermilk  
Bitterness and tears of arguing
Sour regrets of hurtful words
 
Explosion of heat across the tongue  
Sweet peppery fruit
Making up
Bodies starved for touch
Needy  
Urgent
To know that things were ok
 
A small half shell  
Dainty oyster  
A dab of orange  
Something new?
Remember describing what I taste like  
when you eat me?
Salty brine of oysters  
A hint of melon  
Does this taste right?
Mouth full of desire  
Body responding to the taste of Saucier
Nights and days and mornings  
Pleasuring his Saucier  
 
Now,
I can see you want to taste the real thing  
Pushing aside the robe
Knees falling to the sides  
Fingertips sliding,  
Slowly  
Up her thighs  
Chef tracing the path of her fingertips with gentle kisses
Up between her thighs  
The familiar smell of Saucier’s arousal  
A long slow teasing lick  
From stem to stern  
Tongue curling up under the sensitive underside of her clit
Wiry hair tickling his nose  
Saucier’s gasp
Already so wet  
It won’t take long  
Hands moving to caresses  
breasts and hardened nipples  
Unless he decides to  
tease
Oh so slowly  
Tongue and lips  
Gently teasing  
Growing realization  
She  
tastes,
different  
Her breasts  
are  
weighty,
different  
 
Stopping
a pout from Saucier
You taste,
different
You feel,
different
Oh, chef I knew you would notice
Yes, it was blue

Finally
After all this time
Chef’s
Soft kisses
Mixed with
Saucier’s salty
Tears