Food Fantasy

I have this fantasy
of buying you food and watching you eat
Perhaps lounging in a window seat
My hunger is replaced by the view of you
Smiling softly as you chew
Puttanesca, dark olives and salt
Tomato juice dripping from your sultry mouth
I walk closer to see it slide
down your throat and deep inside
Maybe you give me a bite or two
As I curl up with a blanket 
next to you
We look out the window into the night
I can't dream up a more perfect delight
No ring, no phone, no one at home
Just Italian food and home sweet home

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016

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