you said it was a little seductive
with my lip stain on the rim
that I looked up to scorch your offering
with a beggarly kind of humming
strumming you to so much music
we drizzled in our dances
syrup from our purring tongues
to tease our palates tempting
a lavish meal with whine
you said you would like it better
if we tossed our proper napkins
and ate the ladyfingers first
we could lap our plates clean after