Dessert

I inspect her neck
for particulars of perfection
without sugar or pinch
strictly attraction.

Dessert displayed
the look of it on my lips
a glaze shiny over it
she whispers, Perhaps.

My finger dislodges
her shoulder’s fabric
and the strap says, Careful.
I proceed to frantic.

No ring constricts her
elevating search or mine
irrespective of outcome
two backs are arched.

Is this a weekend?
Blessed be the quiet hours
circling and then landing
two bees on all fours.

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