two-hundred and twelve degrees farenheit

Touch me
Hold me
Shape me like a lump of soft and oily clay
in your probing hands.
Squeeze me 'til my breath is gone
and I must breathe of your flesh
Kneade my body with your fists
until it oozes between your fingers
Drink of me
Let me melt in you
like an ice cream cone
under a baking summer sun
Only to be licked into shape
by your warm and agile tongue
Dip my oozing body in your hot liquid soul
so that I may emerge
new and wet
and glistening
with the essence of our union
So that I may wrap you
in my writhing spirit
and engulf you
in my own boiling flesh