Delightful Dinner Date...{ A Killer Poem}

They have a shopping date, to get the dinner list

Killer needs ingredients, the paper crumpled in his fist

DeMona has come by and she's dressed to kill

They need fresh meat for tonight, so I guess they will

The market is real quiet, but has a good selection

There is a nice lean roast, in the veggie section

Just a little fat, to give it a juicy taste

But not enough to put, poundage on your waist

With all the courses of the meal, in the grocery-cart

They check-out right behind, the most important part

Killer puts the food into the backseat of the car

While DeMona, chases down the meat... before it gets too far

He pulls up in the alley, she's got the deed all done

Killer's disappointed, he wanted to join the fun

But she's so enthusiastic, his frown turns to a grin

All he can think of saying, is..."I'll help you get her in"

As they carry in the groceries, their hands and fingers meet

Killer thinks, " I wonder...will her lips be sweet?"

DeMona gets the sauce to simmer... he licks her fingertip

Killer chops and dices, making his favorite dip

The kitchen is nice and warm, and ever oh, so cozy

The windows covered and blacked out...The neighbors are real nosy

Gravy laden, tender roast, and finger-foods galore

Fried tongue, boiled eyes and shredded lips, do you want some more?

How about having room for juuust a little nibble?

There is one for you and one for me... a candy coated nipple

Killer sets the music low, and pushes back the chairs

Her body warm, her scent compells, and he is aware

She feels so natural in his arms

He's complety taken by her charms

Up the stairs...yes, leave it dark I say

We don't need to see, we'll surely find our way