Brain freeze

   
I missed your mouth and got    
vanilla ice cream    
on your chin,    
and you are so    
completely ridiculous    
about it    
my heart    
moves from    
my chest to the    
corners of my mouth.    
   
Or maybe it just feels that    
way as we argue about    
ice cream,    
and depravation,    
and intent    
   
I laugh so fucking hard    
I realize I had to    
stop arguing    
and fight dirty    
if I was going to win    
   
I lean forward    
to lick it off your chin,    
   
because I generally win    
fights by taking off my clothes,    
but Dairy Queen has a policy    
against that.    
   
I wince as I rocked    
on the hard    
vinyl seat,    
   
wince because    
I’m    
   
still sore…    
   
and my eyes dart down    
my cheeks flush,    
the flashback    
of my ankles on your    
shoulders    
while you    
fucked the    
bottom of my    
lungs out,    
slaps me    
into a full-body    
goosebump    
   
My hands shake as I    
put the little red plastic    
spoon into the paper cup    
   
and I swallow so hard    
I’m afraid I may    
choke    
on desire    
   
I miss your chin with my tongue,    
the irony is lost on the    
people passing by;    
and the air changes as    
I infect you with my need.    
   
We make it through the door    
before our clothes are    
half off    
and our bodies are    
flushed    
and damp    
and starved    
for more than    
fucking ice cream    
   
I’m tight.    
Tender.    
Swollen    
from    
you pounding    
me senseless    
   
and I whimper a little at the    
pain-relief    
of you pushing    
into me    
as my legs find their    
spot around your waist    
   
my shoulder blades etch    
in the door,    
my mascara runs    
and I sob your name    
like a hymn when I come    
   
and I’m pretty sure we    
freaked out the    
Amazon delivery dude    
so bad that we’ll need to    
start going to stores again    
   
And it’s worth it.    
   
Fuck, it’s worth it    
because your pace    
quickens and    
I can feel your breath in my ear    
feel you    
tense    
tighten    
explode with a    
low growl your chest    
   
and the world goes still    
as the shockwaves    
rip through us.    
   
Your come runs down my    
inner thigh as you set me down    
and my legs buckle.    
   
So we laugh again and watch    
the blob slide down    
and hit my ankle    
   
You kiss me.    
Wipe tear tracks from the corner    
of my eyes with your thumbs    
and ask if I’m alright    
   
And I lie and say I am.    
Just sad that    
I lost my ice cream.    
   
Also, my ankle is    
wet and cold    
   
As you scoop me in your arms, still laughing,    
and carry me to the bedroom    
I know I’m not alright at all.    
   
Something happened when    
my heart left my chest    
and rested on the corners    
of my mouth    
   
somehow,    
our lips touched    
and it jumped on you    
like a    
fourth-grade cootie    
   
And the ache    
when I inhale is    
as tender,    
as sweet    
and    
as deliciously    
painful    
   
as the ache is    
when I    
lean forward    
in a chair    
   
And I’m not ok,    
because    
arching into you    
makes the    
soft pain better    
   
arching into you    
   
makes the    
soft    
pain    
worse