Melting in my pool of unfulfilled fantasy;
I will never know your tongue now.
I was desired once. I think.
The cherry on the top
of a sultry sundae.
Did I made your teeth ache–
a sickeningly sweet saccharine–
and you lost your taste for me?
Did your favored flavor change
to something more exotic?
No more plain-Jane.
I am not enough.
I never will be.
I disappear into oblivion.
(c) 2015 Carrie A. Vibert – all rights reserved