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Ready-Whip: A Poem



I remember when I was a kid
And would sneak the can of whipped cream
From the back of our fridge
which was supposed to be just a sweet topping
On rare occasions
And hold my head back
Mouth gaping
And squirt and squeeze the aerated goodness in my mouth
Pause
Breath
And gulp it all down
And sometimes for good measure
Drown it out with some Hershey syrup.

It was innocent
but delightfully sinful
A midnight snack
Sugar laden
Empty calories
I’d lick my fingers
And giggle to myself.
No one knew my saccrine secret

But I can’t do that with you.
Or Can i?

Carnal aching
Desire baking
My midnight snack
That no one knows I digest
Like a hot apple pie
With the a la mode being you
Creamy
Dreamy
Your rock-hard Ready-Whip in a can
A perfectly sculpted
Bronze vessel
That would expel sweetness on demand
Damn man…

That’s it.
I have to digest you
Ingest you
Inhale you
To get you out of my system
I have to put you into my system.

Then after that..
I can go on a diet.

Comments

  1. Damn! Lucky dude. He should definitely feel your desire for him after reading this.

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  2. Goodness!!!! That was awesome - loved that metaphor... so sexy!

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  3. @Yakini...thanks doll. Yeah I got inspired

    @J : I dont know if that dude feels my desire for him...but..who knows! *shrug*

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