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