Cherry Pie

I swallow and kiss you
for a taste of your own
medicine
and join you on the pillow
a rosy blush sits
on
your face that is still
so thrillingly
unfamiliar
although the rings on both our
fingers
suggest otherwise
they are
liars

I curl my toe through the hairs
that
kiss your ankle
and my nail winks pink
in the light
from the computer
highlights our temptation
in a
cherry glow
and I realise then
that I have just
gone
down on you
in front of the entire
ABC
tales forum
and they are cheering