“Sundae” by L. K. Thayer

gasping, hot humid air
mind over matter heaves
when will the knock at the door
take my breath away

I peek through the shutters
uttering a sigh of madness
holding onto my silk cocoon
fluttering hearts and palpitating
eyelashes
dance the tango
of twisted canals in hotel lobbies
and cat’s pajamas

the thunder in my thighs readies
for it’s occupant, turning the bed sheets
down a notch
my jeans slide off my hips in a tangled bunch
waiting for my alter ego
my bedroom street smarts kick in
with baited libido

I uncork my inner monologue and hallelujah chorus
waiting for the dark horse
my stud, my mount, to come hither
Frankincense & Myrrh billow in the shabby room
scaring up romance
and cutting strings attached

no mercy for the wicked wench
who wets her appetite for Crème Brulee
whip cream
and a cherry
on top

L. K. Thayer

© 2009


4 comments

  1. Lordy · August 24, 2010

    Such a treat!!……….Soooooo yummy

    Lisa, I could feel your words melting !!!!

    • lkthayer · August 24, 2010

      Thank you Mitch, melts in your mouth, not in your hand!!
      M&M’s of course!! hmmmmmmmmmm…

  2. Lordy · August 24, 2010

    I’m coming back in my next life as a Sundae treat in your fridge!

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