I stand, plate in hand as I raise my fingers to taste.
Food, we need it, never shall I waste.
I bite into the meaty flesh and run my tongue along my lips.
Wishing that your hands were not by your side but along my hips.
I stare at you, not really listening as I nibble and swallow.
Wanting you to be my dessert, my main dish to follow.
Another piece of food comes near me, do you see?
That this could be you, me eating you hungrily.
