(for J. )
By: Anne Stephanie Cruz
How long must you keep me waiting?
I'm the only one here.
Light me.
I’m a stick of poison poised to strike
like a viper in a basket;
I enthrall and never cease to satisfy
until even your pores reek of my essence.
No one has to know.
You can have me in the bathroom,
flush away evidence and walk out whistling—
smelling of breath mints.
It's not a sin to give in.
Years from now you’ll still remember
how I felt like and tasted,
just be sure to make this last time count.
Savor the moment.
You can heed the Surgeon General’s appeal
some other time.
Today, you're mine.
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