Crumbs

Crumbs
 
If I were a flavor,
How would you describe me?
If my taste could be classified,
How would you describe me?
Tonight I have arranged a buffet
For you to completely indulge.
My personal experiment and my purpose
I cannot yet divulge.
My only instructions for you
Is to make sure you do not restrain.
All of your feedback is welcome
Cause it just means more for you to gain.
The only utensils you will need
Are your soft lips and your tongue
Occasionally your hands
And then you’re guaranteed to have some fun.
Your V-shaped entrée awaits
Between long legs and thick hips
You lean forward and pay homage
By gently kissing your plate with your lips.
Methodical laps of your tongue
Seem to make your plate come alive.
You devour your food with such vigor;
Your head moving back and forth between thighs.
Fingers slide in with such ease
And now laced with a clear sweet glaze.
You remove them and lick them slowly.
Your tongue swirling them like a maze.
Now back to the matter at hand
You resume partaking of your feast.
No longer eating like a gentleman.
You have definitely unleashed the beast.
I feel you may be getting thirsty
Because of how you curl my toes.
Flood gates are now open
And my sweet nectar begins to flow.
You say, “If you were a flavor,
I would describe as honey dripping from the sun.
If you were a taste, then I would define you as sweet caramel on a tongue.”
A smile creeps across my lips.
You begin licking and I become undone.
I ask you what you are doing 
You say,” I don’t leave any crumbs.”