Eat Me Like One of Your French Fries

5 January 2014

her warm chest, against my back.
her arm, it snakes around me.
an empty cardboard sleeve in her,
long
   pale
      fingers
golden arches on a jaunty red.
i inspect it.
cardboard reflected in my,
long
   lashed
      eye
i want you to eat me, wearing this
her lips touch my ear.
silk drapes billow, softly.
wearing
   only
      this