It Must Be Butter
A poem
Published in
Mar 12, 2021
The dissolve
of the shortbread cookie
on my tongue
the crumbs
I gently press
to pick up with my thumb
Not to waste the tiniest bit
Mmmmm
Yum
Oh the things I could do
with butter
The melt and the glide of it
The way it glistens in the sun
Yellow
Sensual and so much fun
The taste of salt
tingling on my tongue
Buttercups
under my chin
To tell the truth
of my churning desire
Please don't think
Less
of me
if I allow you
to butter me up
Just know
I like it when you
spread it on
thick