Slowly stir
your tongue with mine
now lick
where peaks have have formed
pour yourself
into the tiny mold
leaving nothing behind
feel warmth and heat
of me
as you rise to perfection
mixing our honeyed sugars
into a confectioner’s bliss
hope to never hear
the “ding” for done
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©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
10/26/2018
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(This is based on a challenge from an Instagram poet to write a recipe for lust. I wrote this, then saw that challenge was to only be 20 words–so I did another piece for that and saved this one for all of you. Hope you try the recipe 😉)
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