Lust for supper

I got home early from work and decided to go for a run. Once changed I was heading through the house when I started around the corner to the kitchen.  There she stood.  I stepped back hoping she didn’t see me.  She said nothing nor did she look up so I felt sure that she didn’t know I was there.  That’s when I realized I was holding my breath.  She seems to take my breath and at this moment I didn’t care.  I took shallow breaths to draw air to my lungs.

She stood there leaning sideways in the doorway between the laundry porch and the kitchen entrance with one foot propped up on the moulding.  The sun was setting and coming through the side door.  The sunlight highlighting her silhouette and her long curly golden hair.   She had on a flower print, knee length dress.  It was light in color and I could tell the material was thin because the light was coming through showing her shapely legs all the way up.  I wished she was facing me.  She had a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.  She was looking down into the bowl, humming and taking a bite now and then.  It was obvious she was feeling good and her mood encompassed me.

She had boots on.  Those sexy kinda boots a Lady wears to let you know she is feminine but can hold her own weight.  Damn she looked good.

I saw the box of Cheerios and a half pint of milk sitting on the counter.  She was approaching the bottom of the bowl and I watched as the spoon touched her lips.   With each bite she drew in every drop of milk from the spoon.  My body started to react and I could feel desire building. It was then that she stopped, she froze and held her gaze to the other side of the door jam.  A slight grin came over her face as she cocked her head and eyebrow my way.  “I missed lunch.” She said  as she brought the bowl up to her lips and sipped the last of the milk.  When she brought the bowl down my heart quickened.  There on her upper lip was the last drop of milk.  I lost it!  That drop had to be mine!  I cross the room and took her lips into mine. I grasped her arms in my hands as I worked my mouth and tongue over hers tasting every bit of  sweetness I could find.  The bowl and the spoon fell out of her hands to the floor.

Cheerios – That’s whats for supper!

Zazie Lee