Jul 5, 2020, 1:18 AM

Arousal darkened her skin to the warm rosy color of a well-smoked salmon patty. The sight of her made him ache with lust, as if to sprinkle her with salt and a twist of lime juice. He laid her on the sheets as gently as if he were laying her on a bed of rice. The lubricated marital aids lying beside her, waiting for their turns to be used, reminded him of spears of buttered asparagus. He looked down at her and lowered his mouth to her lips as he would to bite into a cheesy garlic biscuit. He missed the Red Lobster in town that had closed earlier this year.