Our Groceries Made Me Horny
The groceries:
Vanilla ice cream
Jelly
Blueberries
Mangoes
Airheads
Sourdough bread
Sunflowers
Pinto beans
How I saw the groceries:
When he licks
My lips
Like it’s his favorite ice cream
I lose it
In my pants
I melt like vanilla
My legs go weak
When he twirls
His fingers inside me
As if I were jelly
When I burst like a berry
My eyes dilate
Seeing him spread
My residue on his thumbprint
I say “I’ll be your syrupy mango,
Never your sour airhead xtreme”
I marvel at how his grip
Presses me against
The kitchen counter
So my chest can rise
Like sourdough
Be a good sunflower and drop
Your seed or
Topple into a teapot, act like a bean
To inseminate yourself for me