Drip, Drop, Splat
"Food foreplay"
A solitary dropFalling through the airIt misses its markThat’s not fair With outstretched tongueYou erase the offenseMy nipple hardensIn its own defense Watching, waitingA reluctant dropFinally, it lets goLands with a plop I race you to itBut, I sigh in defeatYou get there...



