A Friday dish

A dish be prepared...

now if a dish i do prepare,
and along the way the taste do share,
first, my pleasure, to lick and taste
to savour the dish, there be no haste.

and when a 'mmmmm...' my lips does leave,
and the bosom with satisfaction does heave,
then, and only then, to share, the wish
with a kiss on your lips, a hint of the dish.

it be honeyed , a tinge of almond does know to linger,
that nectar within the pastry captured, a zinger,
as would be the softness of my lips
to zing your senses, as my head dips.

softly, slowly, gently i would take,
those yielding lips of yours, i would stake,
my kisses lingering, absorbing, making u mine
until such time, those pastries, ready, for us to dine.

RB.