You lay yourself
on the bed

as if you were a feast
tastefully arranged

here a breast
tipped with nipple

here a curve
of buttock

tense and taut
with desire

here a leg
cast shamelessly outward

displaying
the deliciousness

of your sex
hungry to be looked upon

I too
hungry as any wolf
in any fairy story

cry out: 'Ohhh...
...what eager eyes you have! '

See my hunger
reflected in yours

as I nibble you down
to your wish bone.

******

Always loved Herbert's LOVE and I guess somewhere in the back of my consciousness this was somewhere somehow there and its last line become the title of my slightly more up to date if not sedate version of the feast of love.

LOVE

Love bade me welcome yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack’d anything.

A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.

George Herbet

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-i-did-sit-eat-for-janice/