Indulgence

I’ve waited all day for this.

I don’t allow myself this often.

Restraint ripens the experience.

After dinner, in the light of melting candles,

I reach for you.

You’re glorious, barely holding together.

I imagine how you’ll feel in my mouth,

Rich heat under the cold cream

I pour onto you.

You exhale steam as the drizzle hits.

My mouth waters.

I breathe your scent in.

Dark toffee,

notes of caramel and burnt sugar,

an underlying bitterness

that teases your depth.

I bring you to my lips,

my tongue darts out to lick.

Icy cream, warm salted syrup

And the soft heart of you.

My eyes close, and a sigh escapes my lips.

I savor you and swallow.

I want more.