I Need the Whole Thing

Lusciously lemon-like, luxuriously lick able and lovely. Flourishing flaky forever fantasized cool, crispy, crust. Sitting succulently, sending salivating signs impossible to ignore. I sliced you into six pieces this time, rather than eight. I am too hungry to have just a tiny bit; I need the whole thing. Uh-oh. The meringue stealer is coming. I thrust you into a cabinet. When she goes back upstairs, we will have our time together. Just you and me. I am grateful for your sacrifice, my love. The she I am talking about is eight, and looking for something. I thought we had pie, she says. We don’t, I lie. I am not about to share you, my love. No worries. Only my tongue and teeth will violate you tonight.