Milk, dark
chocolate, whiskey
I used to hate milk
but now I like it.
Breakfast in my house
was always cereal for my
siblings, and scrambled eggs
sandwiches for me. But now I
like milk in my decaffeinated tea –
the way it turns the black to gray
like
midnight turns to morning.
And I like to have milk
with a slice of cake.
I like to pour the glass of milk,
crumble my cake into it,
and eat the whole concoction
with a spoon.
And I used to hate dark chocolate
but now ,
I really like it.
When my mama used to eat it
I used to be like yuck.
But now I’ve got a different story.
I like it with wine sometimes,
or with nothing oftentimes.
I keep dark chocolate kisses
in the pockets of my jackets
so I’ll have ‘em
if I want ‘em
when I’m out.
And I used to think licking
my man’s asshole
was gross,
but now I really like it.
Like a man damn drinking again,
sometimes
my man thinks he shouldn’t indulge
but indulge he does
anyhow.
The first taste
is like a shot of whiskey –
just warm,
not delicious,
but WOW.
I go from bottom to top
of the crack of his ass,
back down and up again,
then repeat.
I’ve never been turned off
by wormy earth after the rains
nor and I disgusted by this.
So I get all into it,
relax, take my time,
let my whole face follow my tongue.
Until I’m buried
in the dank darkness of the behind
and my lips are moving too
like tongue kissing.
