Sunday, May 15, 2011


Got a cavity just thinking of you
Tongue across lips
With memories replayed
Of how you teased
Trapping me in that golden moment
No fructose intoxicated stumble
No imitation sprinkle
Just packet upon packet
Of sweet
Raw sublime
A pinch here
A pinch there
More like a punch to my mind
As I wake
Wanting nothing more
Than to dip deep into your nectar
Purified ambrosia
My lick stick begging
For your cornucopia of flavors