What’s For Dinner?

Handsome and distinguished they described him, but I prefer alluring, sophisticated and the finest.
He caught me staring at him and flashed me a smile so intoxicating even the lambs were silenced.

I thought, “I can’t believe he’s asked me over for dinner! This isn't real, I must be dreaming!”
As if he could read my mind, he leaned closer and whispered, “I’m glad we decided to have this meeting.”

Suddenly the scream of the telephone sliced through the sexual tension between us like a knife slicing liver,
His delectable voice responded saying, “I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having a friend for dinner!”

I detected a note of urgency, perhaps excitement in his raspy voice that made me gulp down my expensive wine,
The room started to spin in rhythm to the sound of peppers being chopped with such precision it sent shivers down my spine.

He intently eyed me from the corner of the table, another gloriously generous gulp of wine and I mustered more confidence to ask, “Doctor Lecter, what’s for dinner?”