Yes, and fresh sashimi-grade tuna is one of the most sensual foods I can think of.
Then there are these exerpts from one of my top five favorite books: Siddhartha, by Herman Hesse:
“Yes, I have marked your words,” Siddhartha exclaimed. “How should I
not mark words which are coming from such a mouth! Your mouth is like
a freshly cracked fig, Kamala. My mouth is red and fresh as well, it
will be a suitable match for yours, you’ll see.—But tell me, beautiful
Kamala, aren’t you at all afraid of the Samana from the forest, who has
come to learn how to make love?”
She beckoned him with her eyes, he tilted his head so that his face
touched hers and placed his mouth on that mouth which was like a
freshly cracked fig. For a long time, Kamala kissed him, and with a
deep astonishment Siddhartha felt how she taught him, how wise she was,
how she controlled him, rejected him, lured him, and how after this first
one there was to be a long, a well ordered, well tested sequence of
kisses, everyone different from the others, he was still to receive.
Breathing deeply, he remained standing where he was, and was in this
moment astonished like a child about the cornucopia of knowledge and
things worth learning, which revealed itself before his eyes.
I need to recast my vote now in the TKO of a Thread thread. I thought I was a serial killer in training. I’m really more of a serial hijacker.