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.