A table of seduction.

I have no beauty,

no inherent grace,

so to seduce you

I must have a means - a place.

I must spirit

from the air

an atmosphere

of dreams beyond compare.

Rosewood to gleam

with candle-shine;

silver quivers to light

on goblets - yours and mine.

Meats - aromatic,

swathed in cream and coriander.

Smooth silken sauces

to make senses wander.

Peaches blushing,

tender with each bite.

Juices flowing

prophetic to the night.

I’ll watch your face.

Your eyes will tell me when

the claret and the feast have won -

and then………..