Butterscotch,
it reminds me of the first time I saw you.
A cliche coffee shop encounter with a twist of a bittersweet greeting,
your eyes were set on me,
steady with a drop of whipped cream,
while your hand was trapped between her thighs.
Caramel,
it reminds me of my favorite kind of ice cream topping,
the kind I love to lick off my spoon and your skin,
while I watch your jaw tighten with envy,
and our bodies respond to the initial spark we could never tame.
Chocolate,
it reminds me of the arch in your back while my fingers trace the outline of my doom,
the kind of dessert that sets your insides on fire with unadulterated need,
a sudden craving my vanilla-laced tongue has in the most inappropriate of times,
within his bed and the sprinkle of your name in the middle of the night.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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