Sugar

Published on by Tosha Michelle


Sometimes all I can think
about is chocolate cake.
Sugar seeping into my
parietal lobe.

I run my fingers through
your blonde hair, stroke your
teeth with my tongue.

We move like batter
Clinging to each other
Stumbling around the
kitchen.
Desire in an embrace

You flutter to my
fingers, and I beg
you to give away
the recipe.

Knowing how this girl
butters to Southern charm
and blue eyes and measures
her life in spilled
flour on the floor.

Going under in a
flood of batter.
Gluttony in a three
piece suit.

I dream in dark
decadence and open
my mouth and heart
to confectionary splendor.

Happy to get lost in
frosting, strong arms
hard kisses, and oven
baked seduction.

-Tosha Michelle

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