Slowly sawing the red meat in front of her, the blood oozes out between the cut
Watery and bloody, it smells delicious, it almost smells heavenly
She slowly and ever so carefully stabs the piece of meat with her long fork
Stabbing it like one uses a pencil to write, slowly and decisively
Eloquently, she twists her wrist and brings it to her ruby red lips
Ever courtly, she takes it into her mouth
Like a lioness she slowly munches and chews and savors
Her black dress of pure silk swishes around her ankles in the wind
Placing knife and fork down on the side of her plate
She gathers the napkin from her lap in her right hand
Slowly dabbing the sides of her mouth with a white napkin, so as to not smudge her lipstick
She slowly shifts and repositions her legs to cover her legs hit from the breeze
She talks and chats with me, ever smooth, always seductive, never off balance
Taking slow sips of Brunello di Montalicino, she looks coyly over the top of her crystal glass
Pushing the finished bone of the steak away, leaving behind the pieces of fat she trimmed off
Placing her hands in her lap she talks politely, sipping on wine
The time is getting late
Calling for a bill, and receiving it minutes later, I winced
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Submission Name: The Leopard of Naples
