Dinner
by eggblue

He took the first bite with relish, but slowly, as if prolonging the hunger for one more moment.  When the sweet nectar touched his tongue, he closed his eyes to the pleasure, drowning in the sensation of that first taste.  This had been
denied him too long...

The second morsel, even better than the first, passed his lips.  He moaned with gratitude.  Now he began devouring in earnest, feasting on the delights before him like a starving man. Some men have a calling, and this was his.  He was born to taste fruits such as these, to appreciate the scent and taste and feel...

He lapped at the juices and flavors offered to him without hesitation.  The refined desire and untamed tastes that drove everything he did came crashing down on him with full force.  Reveling in the delights his body and soul were receiving, Dukat felt a peace that had always eluded him.  Lust fired his heart, like a phoenix reborn.  Here, he’d  finally found his heaven.