I want to eat cotton candy, jump in a bouncing castle holding your hands. Wearing your spirited laughter, a floral body mist over my blonde wig and gown.
I want to watch you licking bubblegum icecream. While I try to blow out the words, ‘I love you’ in air kisses floating to your dimpled smile inches away.
I want to sneak into a bathroom stall behind you. I miss squeezing your breasts. As much as, your breath tickling my double chin.
Its exhilarating wiping your purple lipstick smudge off my teeth while you hug my waist whispering, ‘barrister’. Knowing that later tonight, I can eat your congratulations cake and more..
You backspace on last night’s
draft. Formed in a stupor
Lust. An itch.
You’ve been gently rubbing your labia lips incircular motions. At your side is the last rolled up pad for July.
You look at your headboard and fantasize.
Your fantasy doesn’t grow wings to fly
into your empty dreams. Neither do your texts make her come back.
If you gulp a cocktail of lust, loneliness
and pineapple juice.
It tastes like her nipples.
I don’t do vanilla in pastries or my sex life. I like it velvety, mouth-watering and decadent.
Find more erotic stories and poems in my debut collection, Stab Love with Flower Stalks.
Welcome to the new week Gem!
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Unlearn and Relearn.
Dispose waste properly.
Reduce your plastic use.
Hydrate and Use sunscreen.
Read and Reflect.
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