Fat Goth Poetry

The knife slides across the flesh

Over and over; a work of art

The bitter sting wells at the back of my throat

Flames in my sinuses; arson of the brain

I cannot deny you, I must have you once more

Sashimi

hidden within
secret surprise
slowly undress
heart racing
hands trembling
last, best
taking my time
pudding cup
lunch afterglow

I’ve seen you before
standing, wanting, waiting

We’ve met here before
serving, slaving, vending

You serve their desires
just as you serve mine

A tempting choice
which of your delights to enjoy?

Skin glistening with anticipation.

Quivering with incipient delight.

I long to pierce you and sate my need

Pudding.

Glistening in the harsh sun

Sweat mingles tempting on my brow

A promise of sweet temptation

Orange Chicken is my lover

Soft white pressed on hard black

The heat of the joining melts; slowly twining

Smores are my sin