#frosting
I'M THE SOLITARY PRINCESS
OF THIS INHIBITED ISLAND
TRYING NOT TO MESS
ON THIS FROSTY ICELAND
BUT MY FATE IS SO WORSE
I'M IN A PLACE THAT'S CURSED
MY CHANCES OF SURVIVING IS LOW
AS MY THRONE IS UNDERNEATH SNOW
NOW,
I'M HERE LIKE A WAIF
ALONE AND LOST,WITH FROZEN TEARS
BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE SAFE
FAR AWAY FROM HERE
THE COLD WIND SWIRLING AROUND
ARE PUSHING ME TO THE GROUND
BUT I'M SURE YOU WONT KNOW
THAT EVEN I'LL BE BURIED UNDERNEATH THE SNOW
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
Every time
We kissed
I wanted to
Devour
Her face
She was as appetizing
As golden yellow cake
With butter cream frosting
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
To reassure me
You utter softly
"*Just think of me
As a cookie
You've been dying to eat*"
...
I'm nervous
My hands are shaking
When I place them on your knees
Sure
I've tasted hard lollipops before
And they were easy to take in my mouth
As my lips formed around them.
But I've never had a sugar cookie
Quite like this before
With a goddess
Quite like you
Your voice is calm
Collected
But weighed down
Over the sound of my panting
As your fingers tangle in my hair
"Relax"
My body twitches with excitement
Anxiety
Because I want to please you
But I don't know how
I lean forward anyway
And lick away some of the frosting
You moan
And I know you taste sweeter than ever.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
When you get down
On your knees in front of me
I panic:
“Please don't.”
I'm so used to
Being the one to kneel
Being your submissive
Being the one
To caress your sensitive sugar cookie
With the tip of my tongue
Just not the other way around:
“Stop.”
I'm scared
Because what if
You don't like the way I taste
What if
I'm not sweet enough for you
The thought
Burns up my insides:
“please don't…”
But when you plant
A candy coated kiss
On my quivering
Inner thigh
I can feel myself
Dripping
My frosting
Creating a damp oval
On the bed spread
A gentle moan escapes my lips:
“stop…”
Yet
Your body is hungry
And my words
Only make your stomach growl
So you lean forward anyway
And kiss away at the sugar
My tension growing:
“Please don't. Stop.”
Dripping and melting
Into a pleading whimper
“Please don't stop.”
Evidently
I seem to be sweet enough for you.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
Evil old witch,
Evil old witch,
I see you bad ugly evil old witch.
You tried to shove me in that evil old oven of yours but I was much to quick, you fat ugly evil old witch.
You tried to feed me frosting and treats but I spat them all back out at you, toot sweet.
I hate you, I hate you!
I scream at that evil old witch, I hope your house goes stale soon, you fat evil ugly old witch!
I hope you get entombed within that ugly old house of treats.
Your a evil old witch,
Your a evil old witch,
I hope the forest trees fall on top of you and your crumy gingerbread house too.
I'll be back,
I'll be back,
Then we will see who pushes who! You fat ugly evil old witch I really hate you!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Why must the tortured
ice their darkened, bitter cakes
with pretty frosting?
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
I never really liked
My name
Much
Until I found out
What it tastes like
When you write it in frosting
On top of a cake
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC