Dripping sweet like chocolate chips
slowly melting on a hot cookie,
dab one fingertip, then another,
gooey ambrosia to be licked clean.

The chips are just the start,
a prelude to salivating hunger,
I'm after the heated center,
the core holding it all together.

I've licked peaches before
greedily piercing soft sugary rinds,
I've devoured countless strawberries,
savored the vulnerable outer membrane
and moaned at the ripe cortex's flavor.

Cookies are just as complex,
they take time and careful hands,
and the most needy, unforgiving palette
to truly appreciate every blended nuance.

And you're dripping sweet like chocolate chips
slowly melting on a hot fresh cookie,
dab one finger, then deeply dip another,
gooey ambrosia to be licked clean.

It's just a sugary tease now,
a prelude to opening,
to utterly devouring you.

I've plucked and consumed fruits,
felt the fragrant orchards
and towering vines tremble
at the mere presence of my appetite.

This is completely different,
to lick and savor you like a cookie,
I'm craving the heated center,
the sweet core holding you together.