Ode To a Humble Marshmallow

By Ian MacLean

White hot.

Tendrils caressing me,

Flicking me.

Licking me.

Making rigid

My once hard shell.

The heat of her embraces me.

Rhythmic gyrations o’er take me.

Achingly I fall prey to her spell.

Twisting. 

Thrusting.

Rolling,

Near busting, I swell.

Her heat, now my heat.

I feel her inside me.

Here now, the end.

From the inside 

I melt. 

By Ian MacLean