Saucy Strumpets Make Good Spices

I touch my tongue slightly below my lip
Nibble at the hot tip
Topping the mounds
Dripping
Stains of desire
On my shirt
I reach for it
Pulling it in towards my mouth
The throbbing feeling of taking it in too soon
All too hot
I want more
Light whispers of breath
“Don’t forget the tip.”
He says
It is not enough
How I adore
When the pizza man comes to my door


© 2008 Miss Blue