He holds the lime-green lollipop by the white stick in his right hand And he slowly places the edible end into his waiting mouth First, it touches his red tongue Mouth held open wide enough to leave the lips wanting, waiting for the feel of the smooth candy ball He moves his tongue upward, trapping the lollipop between his flavour palate and the roof of his mouth His nimble fingers turn the stick To create a burst of sensation in his mouth The rest of his body is not left untouched by this feeling Every cell has taken a rest Relaxation from the sugar that evens out his mind With something that is so calming and wonderful, he feels as if he’s reached a pure mental and physical state of orgasm That sensation makes him twirl the stick faster in hoped of satisfying his sudden need for the ultimate blow job Someone that can tantalize his mind while pleasing his world Not just some little slut that will be down on her knees Without possessing the need to tap his brain first for how much he knew on the periodic table Or how glucose and carbohydrates are broken down differently And how one of those substances can give his mind a better erection than she ever could; even if she was the most beautiful being in the world and sucked until her lips bled He forgets the girl in his mind and focuses back on the lollipop Closing his mouth ever-so-slightly, he pulls it back into the air And savours what still lingers in his mouth He is making me hungry in this class of chemicals I’ve already discussed the periodic table Sodium, magnesium, manganese Oxygen, nitrogen, explosion, fire, solubility Impulse The gum snaps harder inside my mouth as I can’t move my eyes Watching him place the lollipop back and close his lids for another taste of ecstasy Suddenly images placed in my mind of impulse appear My lollipop is already finished and the stick lays upon my desk I could be the girl to challenge the fire raging in his mind Sweet, sweet impulse But I can’t touch him, the thought is not the same as the memory that will remain when the deed is done After I have given myself up as someone who degrades themselves for just a moment of sexual fulfillment At least I’d satisfy his needs To make him happy would at least ease the anxiety nervosa And give me a reality to fantasize of instead of an imagining, to know what it’s like to completely detach From who I was born to be Giving him what he was born to want11/16/01
