Curdling the wax dripping from your chinny chin chin
your lips a scalpel hungering my balsamic vinegar
as your thighs frost me, way up north
when your hips cantilever toward me
betraying the wetness of your mongering
this ritual, this delicious apostasy
drowing in your gospel’s blasphemy
Atticus, I was just tucking into my peanut butter toastie when I read this gooey tale of gore! Yummy! Harriet-Jacqui xx
Thank you Harriet…peanut butter my favorite yummy.
Thank you Harriet…peanut butter my favorite yummy.