The knife, as I sliced through the potatoes made a “shhhh” sound.
It reminded me of the sound you make,
Sucking in your breath when I first thrust into you,
Your eyes widening, as you feel my hot member
Sliding deep into your core, filling you with its warmth.
And while the potatoes were cooking,
I diced the vidalia onion,
Marveling at how the juice from it
Looked so similar to the juice
That drips from your sweet lips
When you are aroused.
Scooping a large dollop
Of mayonnaise from the jar,
I envisioned playing with Cool Whip,
And how you’d laugh if I placed some on your mound,
Because it would be cold, and tickle.
And I thought of the warmth of licking it off.
And how your magic button would be slowly revealed
Beneath a mound of white, and pink.
……………
I ate the salad on a bed of lettuce
And wished you were here with me.
