Monday night
Because weekdays make a woman ache
after a heart break
Strawberry sugar sugar
Caress me in all the warm and wet ways
(papillae)
viscously vulgar strands
Broad shoulders Breathtaking Collar
Bones
Is what I’ll pick with you tomorrow
Because atleast a margarita hits the spot every time
Toss
mmmh
Darling don’t stop
Toss
Sticky pulp invigorates
Rejuvenates my taste buds
Fills my hunger
moan louder, goddamn stranger
Toss
Deeper and Deeper into the papaya womb
Don’t stop! Don’t stop!
The mango the endocarp
Slurp it till it runs dry
Toss
Lap it up boy. We’re both famished
But only you know I’m the fruit piece
You’ll toss