Regretting Cake

A new guy I’d met said to me, “We ought to have cake by the sea.” As he gazed in my eyes, I did not realize He spoke metaphorically. A tiny bikini I wore That day we strolled down to the shore. No cake did I see, Which seemed odd to me Since cake was the thing I’d come for! He’d hidden it. . .. That was my notion. I went with him into the ocean. With a smug attitude, He said, “Let’s get nude. Let’s roll with those waves; make some motion!” I told him, “No way I’ll get nude. I don’t even know you well, Dude!” He leaned in for a kiss Which I tried hard to miss, But he GOT me. That guy was so rude! Returning at last to the beach (which I thought that we never would reach), He said, “Don’t act funny. Just give me some honey. I think you’re as sweet as a peach.” I said, “Where’s this CAKE anyway? In your car? Is it hidden away?” He said, “Here’s a clue. The frosting is YOU.” I was mad; hardly knew what to say! He wasn’t my type. The mistake Of sleeping with him I’d NOT make. I said, “Have you no hunch? Girls just wanna have lunch! I regret just one TASTE of your cake!” Written Aug 12, 2016 for the Contest of Julia Ward