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.