(come be the stampede of emotion
standing on this dancing ocean,
empty out this flood within
down to the last drop of this naked
pen – curtis tyrone jones)
colored
cupcakes clutter plates
you
savor one like it’s your mate
your
emerald eyes without a guise
reverberate
with satisfied
i
see you sneak a second one
i
distance until you are done
then
slip beside where i confide
i
can only be so satisfied
by
the conquest of your lips
and
skin upon my fingertips
your
eyes are playful in response
you
take my hand with nonchalance
lead
me to where coats are hidden
kiss
my lips like it’s forbidden
i
then ignite, reach passion’s height
and
touch your dress that is skin tight
every
place the fabric covers
i
am now the cupcake lover
until
some patron at this feast
opens
the door and i must cease
you
readjust, i stifle lust
we
make our way to things with crust
and
with a simple wink and flirt
take
a cupcake like it’s your first
and
yet you seem more satisfied
that
my dessert has been denied
you
take a bite and in a slight
motion
both of your breasts alight
upon
my form, my inner storm
behaves
in manners which conform
with
cupcake connoisseuring crowds
and
frosting which your lips endow
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