The cream you drip is sweeter on every lick and
each tooth I sink leaves marks on your surface.
You moisten my lips and send me in bliss
every time my tongue glides over your leaking mess.
A “sweet tooth” is my excuse for pigging-out when
eating-you-out to the last satisfying pout.
I don’t retract from bending over
and eating it from the back,
because I’m a freak who devours the treat
and enjoys to mop-up the waffle’s cavity.
Some say too much of thee is bad for me,
but I’m not getting over you
until I find something new.