Lay back now,
on the table
set with pillows and duvets,
Let me undress you
from the baking cloak of your metallic sheath,
coo sweet nothings to calm me down
when I rush to devour
Let us forget forks,
run my hands down
the cracks of your body
where past loves scorched you to breakage;
But please trust me
to bite into your
molten chocolate center
where you shelter the fear of not being fully baked yet
Let me straddle
your sugar high
and nibble my lips in
my eagerness to feast on you
Just don't remind me of my mother's tears
for I ruined my appetite before dinner.
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