A poem about an unctuous existence.
I’m your very own velvet dream. Crumbling with a touch, Irresistible to all eyes, Non binary and promiscuous.
I lay bare on the dining table, In exhibitionist splendor, Oblivious to all censors, All conformists social climbers, I am who I am, Bountiful, Fabulous and fervant.
All eyes on me. Thriving, High on attention. Rejoicing, In unctuous existence.
I wait patiently for you to dip in, Tickle my body, With the tip of your left index finger, And slip a little glaze, On your silky sugar-coated lips.