by Uriel Tovar

sugar is the one that
drips from my tongue
spilling forth wishes
of shrunken desires.
mellow and cool
is the way that i drool
for the one taste that
can get me hooked
on you.
i fall forward
back to the ground
cracking my knuckled
at the sounds when you say,
"you ain't touching me there."
bitch i said please
and brought you that sweet diseas
you call chocolate
like if your thighs
can't get any
i hope you ain't calling me
cuz i just don't think i can be
with you one more time
in that hall
with you friend staring
waiting like jackals
for a piece of me
but to tell the truth
i wouldn't mind
hitting that.


Posted on 08/26/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

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