Sugar = A Poem

Hand on my back
I arch to reach
And take in
What he offers

Honey pours on my lips
The creme de la creme
The slow molasses
His licorice tongue
His red bubblegum lips
His sugar-dappled chin

Sweep me up like a part
Of your recipe
Fold me into your mix
I am a goner to this sweetness
This is no saccharine
No imitation sugar
Splenda, Sweet & Low, Equal
No.
This is the real deal.

Roll me in it,
Douse me with it
Don't let me get enough
So I can dream the promise
Of more to come
Only this will keep my sweet tooth
Satisfied.
Memories linger sweetness on my tongue.

You are my sugar
My sweet addiction
Take me
And fold me in.