I saw her knelt upon the restaurant table 
He was the only guest 
She was his a la carte menu
A taste at his behest 

The candles glinted in the glass
Reflected in his face. 
Those pools of light so deep were they 
It brought her to her place 

For she would go and do for him
Exactly what he asked 
His pleasure, that was paramount
His love, in which she basked 

He poured some wine upon her skin 
And licked it from her form
Her broadest smile betrayed her thoughts 
As her great hope was born 

He poured more wine between her cheeks 
Her taste was even richer 
His tongue did travel too and fro 
Oh what a glorious picture 

Her murmurs came from belly deep 
As his tongue performed its task 
The mingled wine, the taste of her 
Her face, a treasured mask