They had started with soup,
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Watching each others mouths
Slowly gliding over the smoothness
Of polished, silver spoons.
The spare ribs sat sticky
As their tongues licked lips
And fingers moved along the bones,
Positioned away from the tender meat.
Steam from the main course
Flushed their seductive faces
As flavours enhances the moment
And candles threw bedroom light.
Death by Chocolate... that rich,
Brown slice of heaven
Hit all the right places, its sweetness
Reflected in the eyes of passion.
Sat surrounded in biscuits.