Forget your personal tragedy.: vanilla softserve

19:05 14th Aug 2010

vanilla softserve

the ice-cream makes my teeth ache and i wonder what it feels like for you when i let it drip onto my breast, barely bare, and ignore it while i stretch my legs - tinted from sun licks - and keep my eyes on the frays of my cutoffs, long and thin, like your fingers, stretched on my knees. i imagine it aches like stomach spasms, cold and sharp, like fingernails carving their initials into your organs; i smile, a little, and your fingers cup my knee caps, pretending they’re my breasts.