sex cookies

The title came from an offhand comment made in a chat room by his friend Anastacia. The poem itself, a sweet metaphor for lovemaking as a confection.

sex cookies


Taking the crisp edge between my lips,
tasting the warmth
left behind by the careful cookie cutter
of emotions
left soft and delicate like
cinnamon dusted
on the tops as they baked
in our hearts and minds,
an illusion of sweetness,
filling us with willing dreams
to be taken with the crumbs
and a glass of warm milk
on nights when there are
better things
to do than sleep.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.