His eyes ate first, taking in the steaming dishes like air.
Chicken, ham, turkey, pasta, rolls, greens, cakes, pies, food, food, food. He’d missed it like a foreign lover and she’d now returned, beckoning him with a coy smile and a lazy finger.
A bit of dribble slithered from his parted lips and fell to stain the linen tablecloth.
His trembling hand slid her closer and he closed his eyes to inhale. The sexy fragrance caressed
His face like a silky wine. He could still remember the taste. When a tear trailed down his flushed cheek,
His lover’s scent wiped it away and urged him to devour.