ON THE HALF SHELL

Oh baby, you know I really love seafood.
So, you look up from your appetizer
to see every male eye in the place
watching me savor the soft morsel,
kissing it and sauce lightly, subconscously.

"Memorable," you laughing, tell me later,
as I closed my eyes for the moment
and sucked it into my eager mouth.
Your mouth agape as you catch your breath,
I watched you smile, the smile I love to see.

You always enjoy this sensual entertainment
once again, and why you brought me here.
Definitely, to see me close my eyes
and suck these delights down in the candlelight.
Giving me what I enjoy, giving you what you enjoy.

We could eat at home, but not look so stunning;
nor have the audience that fans these flames.
See my face blush from the extra attention.
But you love me center stage once again.
I know you love me always, any way, every way.

It is so romantically delicious here.
The candle's glow highlights us
as you reach for my cheek,
but find wet lips instead,
eager to kiss more than just fingertips.
I catch passion fire dancing in your eyes.

We never make it to dessert here,
even though the staff always begs us to stay.
Is it really true that all the world loves lovers?
We both ask, then beg for the check.
Practiced, we no longer knock over goblets.

Weaving in and out in public touches,
coats and further private seduction.
You tell me how beautiful I am in teal silk.
Should I tell you I have been imagining you,
handsome man, in loin cloth or less all evening?

There is whispering everywhere,
but we're oblivious to all but our own
whispering; urging each other on,
the words are lost in planning the smooth exit.
But our eyes speak more
than passionate words could ever say.
We even notice another couple follow our lead.
They take their candle with them.

The drive home makes our dinner date look tame.
We move from adventuresome to familiar.
A full moon and heady blossom scents in the air;
shore drive waves throbbing cadence invite stops,
but we want all night in more candlelight.

Let those remaining diners daydream, be excited
in thoughts of finding what we have,
as our entree is love tonight and forever.
Dessert will be in curled sweet satisfied sleep.

(c) 2002 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca