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Tumble
Let’s not forget.
Dessert.
Frosting mounded atop a cupcake
Inviting as a first kiss.
Some people are lickers
Dainty as butterflies lapping up nectar.
But I tumble
Intoxicated with desire for you
Yearning for you to fill me up.
I nibble the slightly crunchy outer ridge of icing
And smooth my lips over the moist creamy
Cupcake innards
With the intensity of a lover.
I am heady with the scent of you!
Fruity
Exotic vanilla bean
And the undertow of dangerous dark chocolate.
For a moment
Time stands still.
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