Midnight Snack

You pad through your dark apartment, your footsteps lit only by the green glow of the microwave clock: 12:37 AM.

I’m waiting in the cold for you. You open the door and pull me inside. I can’t wait to taste you, you murmur as you hastily remove my hat.

You waste no time. I warm and meld to the shape of your hands. You lay me down.

From there, things heat up quickly. I begin to spread despite myself. My back arches reflexively, my center rising. I am melting from the intensity–I relax and give in to the laws of nature.

Within minutes I’m humming, sizzling.. about to burst. I hear you squeal with pleasure–you cool things down a bit. At first, I’m disappointed. Just for a minute, you promise.

You keep your promise. Moments later, you grasp me gently and raise me to your lips. I melt in your mouth. You moan with satisfaction.

As quickly as it started, it’s over. I’m back in the cold, hat on.

I’ll see you tomorrow night! You assure me as you close the door. I’m left in the dark.