soft rustling, crackling.
hiss of the broken seal
and rent plastic wrap.
cool square between my fingertips.
my tongue awaits the first
exquisite
taste.
cold pressed on lips,
teeth close firm.
*break*
gooey drip of caramelized
sugar escapes to rest on my
lower lip while decadent
creamy milky solid slowly
melts onto my tongue.
a slow minute, dissolving.
liquid silk spilling over edges.
luscious fingertips capture
sticky
dribbles.
warm tongue sweeping cold
sweetness into dark.
*slowly licking lips*
last morsel savored.
crinkled wrapper flutters
out of sight.
make mine extraordinary.
i’ll have ghirardelli, please.
details of a domestic goddess
- kater
- part-time SAHM to four kids: Bear (96), Schmoo (99), Hercules (01), and Princess (02). I wear many hats, including that of the chef, maid, nanny, chauffeur, accountant, triage nurse, laundress, educator, admin assistant, maintenance, gardener, weekend warrior, and just mom too. when i'm not busy momming, i get up at 2am to go to work as an international spy.
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