Sex and the Sushi Bar [MF]

We begin with oyster kumamoto

It’s silky washed with rum.

And then the scallop called ho-ca-tay

That quivers on your tongue.

With each fleshy texture

I only think of you

Your legs spread wide upon your chair

And my thumb within your dew.

We taste the fluke-fin muscle

And sea-bream from Japan.

And I can smell your pussy

As I rub harder with my hand.

Hidden beneath the counter

Another sushi chef prevails.

I hear you moan sweet nothings

While I swallow yellowtail.

My fingers clearly glisten

With your wetness and my spit.

And I leave some tamago

Perched upon your clit.

Later, I’ll suck it off precisely

And scream in jubiliee

And wonder if more sak-ay

Can sweeten your u-na-gi.

Come Join me soon in Philly

and make another date.

We’ll eat raw fish and flounder

And lick each other’s plate.