You have always had a fascination with little buttons rows of tiny fasteners carving
between my breasts so I wear my little white shirt with the little plastic
buttons and you lick your lips with expectant salivation my sister's teeth
shone like that once when she made six ripe peaches disappear with
slippery swallows until she was nauseous you're like that you will eat my
ripe skin so fast you'll get allergic and then what will you do on a wet and
moonless night when my juices are sticky like summer sex like the August I
lost my virginity in those purple panties with the big white dots stealing
around my ankles every bite then was like eating pieces of summer itself
now I'm just a halo of tiny hairs in a little white shirt begging you to suckle
my circumference as I watch you through aerola irises all I can taste is the
smell of me in your morning breath kisses makes me push my nose into
your mouth like a cat sniffing tunafish exhales then scent peels my
peachfuzz skin cleaving my seed like you used a watermelon knife
I am anxious-
and you know exactly how to push.