2010 -- 3.1 (Fall) Poetry

I’ve Got Time for Seconds

The heat getting stronger and stronger….so close to my face
Lubrication all over the both of us….
It’s my first time but I wasn’t expecting so much red in between….
Our mouths open wide as we get closer and closer….
You tell me not to worry, it’ll be great….
I feel that warm white goo going down my throat…
And I look into your eyes: they’re wide open and smiling, completely content….
You stare at me from across what seems like an ocean….
Analyzing how I feel about it: was it good enough, could there have been a little extra something something?
I tell you it was perfect,
I can’t wait to eat another slice of pizza.
I’ve got time for seconds.

by Sharon Valderrama