Serve it to you
like I just took two graham crackers,
a swath of chocolate,
a marshmallow and melted that all together
using the heat from the coiled electric stove top
or the line
steaming between
your thighs.
When it starts to soften,
dripping I tongue-out catch that
sweetness in soft nips around the
creases
before splitting that sugar heaven
with the tip of my tongue,
until I’m
greedily
scraping the insides clean.
~~~
Christian Stock doesn’t know why his mind works like this.
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