Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you.
Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes,
Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from toe to head in waves of warmth coming again and again until You make me become overwhelmed…
I melt myself back to life, a grin on my lips, knowing I’ve got you trapped within.
Oven HOT,
baking again,
handmade icing
SLOW dripping
down my fingers,
my tongue licking
palm to tip
to clean the drips,
in my mouth
the WHOLE digit
I stick,
sucking the sweetness
with a tongue-
scrubbing wipe
to end with a silent
swallow-swish,
and while savoring
the flavor, a moan
vibrates my lips,
eyes roll CLOSED,
OH…OH…OH…
You pop in,
turning on my tongue
till you POP OFF!
My eyes again OPEN…
Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.
“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.
