There you are.
Beautifully laying right in front of me.
Appealing, tempting with the dark exterior.
Never humble and meek,
you ostentatiously rest with your assets
for my further enjoyment.
I slowly move closer unconsciously.
With every inch I draw near I absorb flashes of guilt.
Yet I still fancy the idea to be close… closer.
You lure me in to appreciate you up close.
Mindful about my obvious desire,
you use and abuse it for your selfish reasons.
I succumb and break down my defenses.
I find myself gently reaching out to you.
With my middle finger I touch your warm exterior.
I steadily glide my finger across you.
As if on a spell I guide my middle finger to my mouth
and savor the sweetness of your sweet skin
Internally I am struggling real hard.
I want to take in more of you but I know I should not.
I want to retreat but I know I have gone too far.
My lips tremble subtly with excitement to touch you.
My tongue anticipates the taste of something delightfully pleasant.
I bite my lower lip lightly to convince me this is not a dream.
I move closer now to smell your addictive scent.
With eyes closing, in one big breath I indulge.
Unhurriedly I open my eyes to see you remain magnificent.
I am ready and there is no need to overanalyze.
I am weak and I am willing to take a bite.
Who can resist a taste of a scrumptious molten milk chocolate cake?
Inspired by my dessert when I had lunch at Pepper Lunch last Sunday in Rockwell.