Aphrodisiac Instructions No. 05: Cajun Butter Shrimp

Get the butter hot. Hotter. Like that? Yeah. Now keep your hands where I can see ’em. Butter in the skillet, garlic in the pan You’re bent across the counter like you planned this shit in advance Paprika, cayenne, black pepper rain You ask me how much heat I want How much can you handle? Baby, make it hurt a little. Shrimp hit the iron and the whole room sweats Steam on the windows, bad decisions next Squeeze that lemon slowly, let it run right through I’m supposed to watch the skillet But I’m watching what it does to you Come here Taste this Use your fingers You drag that butter across your bottom lip Then suck it clean Oh Fuck Do that again Maybe. Get your fingers dirty I want sauce all over your hands Butter running down your wrist While you pretend you’ve got a plan Peel it slow Dip it deep Put that Cajun on your tongue Tell me if it burns enough Or if we’re just getting started Garlic, butter, salt and heat Something wicked underneath Get your fingers dirty Baby Make a fucking mess Flip ’em once, two minutes each side Pink around the edges when they’re cooked just right You steal one straight out the pan I grab your wrist Careful, sweetheart. I like it hot. You look me dead in the eye And bite it anyway Butter on your fingertips Pepper on your mouth You lick your thumb so goddamn slow I forget what we were talking about Needs more heat. Of course it does. Come here Taste mine Tell me what you think You lean in close enough I feel your breath before you speak More butter. You’re such a bad influence. Get your fingers dirty Let the whole damn kitchen know Butter running down your neck Tracing slowly to your chest below Peel it slow Take a bite Let that pepper stain your lips You wipe the sauce away Then lick the butter from your fingertips Garlic, butter, Cajun heat You’re making dinner hard to eat Get your fingers dirty Keep looking at me like that And see what’s gonna happen You promise daddy? Fresh parsley on top Lemon on the side Turn the burner off Leave the other heat alive Forget the forks Forget the plates Come closer You can clean yourself up later Who said I wanted to? Oh Shit Peel it Dip it Taste it Slow Let that butter hit your tongue Then tell me you want more I want more. Peel it Dip it Don’t waste a drop You keep licking your fingers like that Dinner’s staying right where it fucking is Get your fingers dirty Now we’re way past being clean Sauce on your mouth and neck Dripping slowly down your chest Cajun burning on your tongue Lemon running down your skin You came here asking for a taste Now look what trouble you’re in Garlic, butter, salt and heat The whole damn kitchen smells obscene Get your fingers dirty Come here Make a fucking mess of me Come lick this off of me. Dinner first. Fuck dinner.