Red Velvet Lust
A quarter cup of melted butter
Slips quietly into the bowl.
Minuscule amounts speckled my lips
As I scatter in a mouthful of sugar.
Not the first or last time,
I will create this dish.
I bring out packages
Of cream cheese, softened.
I whisk thoroughly
Dashes of white, stains my hands.
I grasp on firmly
Beating the ingredients till completion.
By the time it fluffed to perfection
The handle was wet and lubricious
Creating a situation
That brought back flashes
Of butter milk splashing out before us
Drenched, for what felt like hours.
Still tasting the vanilla extract
As your hand came away from me.
I mistreat and whip four large eggs
As they frothed for more.
A spout of red dye
And a flood of emotions rushing in.
A meaningless tear slips down my cheek
As I place the unbaked delight in the oven.
After what felt like moments,
I moved the dessert into the fridge.
I bring out the frosting with trembling fingers
Reminding me of a glaze
Spreading and forming anew
Against defenseless skin.
Oozing along parts
That icing has no business being
A strong desire overtakes me
A feeling of lasciviousness longing.
I complete the cake with the delicious topping
Begging to continue to slather me in the saccharine sauce.
In this moment I needed you,
I must.
To taste my recipe
Of red velvet lust.
Copyright © Joe Sloppy | Year Posted 2024
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