"vanilla extract"

​by C. Ikpoh

Vanilla Extract, my better judgment refuses to deny you attention, allowing the sight of you to persist in my mind. Sweet, savory sweat dripping out of your bottle -- a bottle so fine and so defined. The ink that is your label never runs. All read your brand as the map of your journey. Yet, few understand where it has been. Few deserve to lick your spilled essence off of the map, to never have to worry about your ink underneath their tongue. I thrive when you poison my blood with your ink. Map the inside of my body. Tattoo your label inside my veins...
 
Vanilla Extract, drip your sugar and let me taste your definition. Your display is that of a perfect presentation. You are the kindest of flavors. Little know why the memory of your salacious body thickens the blood. Yet, the last time you coursed through my crimson, I was allowed this privilege. And then I ran. I ran to leak our mixture, to rub it over my flesh. I yearned to stick with you upon contact. Nevertheless, our bond has been elusive. Magnetic when we are together, it only makes sense; it only makes sense for me to inject more. No pore is safe. No taste bud hides. I am addicted to you.
 
Vanilla Extract, your subtle thickness glides through the mouth. My imagination flares with subconscious thoughts as to how your body should feel. Nevertheless, your solid state escapes me. This is of no consequence though. It is your natural state that attracts me with an aggressive passion. You drive my libido into a diabetic state of carnal desire as your flavor massages my throat. Vanilla Extract, you are the only ingredient for my lustful recipe. I refuse to be patient while you infuse yourself into the object of my tastes. I want you raw, without the barrier of other ingredients. No sooner than your top is taken off, my finger is inside the bottle. I shake with anticipation of sucking each drop of you from my digit. Tastes so good... tastes so good... is so good. Your bean has created intense pleasure. It brings forth a liquid quality like no other. Rich, sumptuous secretion oozes from the sight of you. Your ink does not lie. It displays you in your true sense. As my fingertips caress your bottle, my aura begs to become a part of it. Exceptional ink, desirable label, may the cream of your origins forever sweeten my senses.
 
Vanilla Extract...