Champagne Flavored Spheres
The delicious aroma circulated
As the heat from the oven radiated
The stove top warmed
As white chocolate chips melted downward
Into a candied thick syrupy puree.
Thoughts flashed across my mind
Of white paste plastered across polyester bed sheets.
I turn away from the smoldering flames
Imagining
A shadowy figure draping over luminescent lights.
Egg whites and velvety oil
Drenched the skillet
Like lubricated breasts at twilight.
I falter and catch my breath
This was the old me.
Ivory cake mix spilled out
Awaiting to be released.
The waxen texture splashed my fingers.
Reminiscing of a time,
When this was all I had.
I pour a little too much of champagne,
Hinting of a dangerous night.
I whisk and blend the ingredients in conjunction
Like bodies distorted
Contending for air.
I linger around the cookware
Till the mixture congeals.
I scoop a handful,
Conforming to my touch,
Creating spheres,
Pressing gently, as I weep.
One by one the orbs fluffed
Grew as I appointed
Vanilla flavored frosting on the polished surface.
I placed four on a dish
As I drizzled gold flakes along the edge.
I wondered how many I could consume
At least two, I thought longingly.
Placing them against my tongue
Icing smearing against lips
Spheres slapping my skin
Champagne drenched,
Filled with melted cream.
How I long for your touch
This is it for me,
Too much excitement for one night.
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