Cookie Dough Rising

Heated lips touch your surface.
I watch carefully, so you don’t burn.
Electricity flows and explodes
And you expand.

You pour into the air,
An aroma to tease and tug at my nose.
It’s the dark brown sweetness, sugar
That I lust for.

You came into life
On a flat silver surface that would scorch my fingers,
Born for my taste, my appetite:
Tingling buds that crave for you.

Heat gives birth to you
Of which I am the provider.
I sit to watch you form,
Only to move away to finish a task.

The tic of the clock turns into a mechanical scream.
You’re finished; I take you away from the heat.
I wait for a chill breeze to settle you
And soon, in all your glory, I bite and “fade into you”