Human Buffet Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

Walking in the door
The scent of fruit
Is in the air
all lights are off
The candles
Keeps the room
Romanticly dimed

I see you laying
On the bed
Looking beautiful as usual
With a body full of fruit
looking soo delicious
I dont know what
I want to eat first

I must say
You have definitely
cleared my mind

I start to use your body
As my personal plate
And I forget about manners
As my fingers invade
Your personal space

See your nipples
Are as ripe as
These strawberries

The sugar and cream
Its almost
A dream the way
You taste
Close to the same

Laying fruit
All over your frame
licking it while
Im placing it
Is driving you insane

I pour soft sweet peaches
On your stomach
i rub the juices all over your skin
i used the wipcream to cover your chest

As i start to lick it off
I feel you taking deep breaths
I start to rub and secure your body
As if to say, you havent recieved
The best yet

i slow my movement down
to set the pace
there is no rush to extascy
This is not a race

I developed a sweet tooth
As i stare at you
Like a sexual buffet

And the look you gave me
While I was staring
At your human table
says
I can have all I can eat
At this table