33.

Dear Sugary Figure, making my
eyes smile with the
sweetness of your stance, your
face arrangement, your tighty
whiteys, your karate bow
making my skin melt like
butter, simmering cream
baby, is me pouring into
your mouth - my hip is a
straw drink me, my hands
are spoons digging in, my
vagina is an oven,
let us
bake there