Antipasto, Candles and Whipped Cream

Now that you've taken my home away-
I'm looking for a new piece of real estate
where I can light candles- eat antipasto -
and whipped cream.
You - know what I mean:
fill my belly with finger food
and lick them clean.
Rest awhile - then swap spit;
before I lick whipped cream
from the inside of your thigh -
that will straddle me,
after I take your face in my hands
and pour you a cup of my soul:
already satisfied before you've
even attempted to visit -
where the hot, sweet, cherry pepper
love lies.....
and the whipped cream softens
that tangy bite on your tongue.

Right now I keep telling myself
I need a place just like this:
because I like candles and eating antipasto.
Whipped cream?
Not giving that up just yet:
even though you've taken my home away.