Atomic Fireball

By nataliaanna@yahoo.com
Date: 27 March 2001

Atomic Fireball

Atomic Fireball As a little girl I Loved Atomic Fireballs I would stuff my little pink pockets with them. I would steal them off of my little sister. I was the neighborhood hero— I could put five of them in my mouth at once! (It’s still the standing record you know) They were penny candy treasures l hoarded like my play doh and my weebles. I am a big girl now. Well, I like to say, “I’m older” -- rather than “big.” But, I still Love Atomic Fireballs. “How could you stand those things?” they’d ask, “They burn your lips and your tongue – and they make your eyes water!” “Oh, I do more than stand them,” I reply, “I crave them!” You are reading this now. You are saying to yourself – “Gee, this is a silly poem. Her other poems aren’t like this.” “You’re right,” I say, “You don’t get it do you?” Typical man— Thick as a rock. You see… You Are my Atomic Fireball. it is the bitter, scalding hot taste of you I crave. Oh, I could have him – he is sweet and so within my reach But, I want you. You’ll make me burn, my eyes will water, my pulse will roar. Here’s how I desire to take you, and savor you… Rubbing you gently, i’ll touch you delicately to my lips kissing your tangy redness with mine. Just the touch of you to me and your heat is making my lips swell. My heart is beating faster, harder I know I have to take you into me. My fingertip crosses the threshold of my lips… pushing you onto my tongue into my heat. I’ll breathe hard as I roll you around -- And around Inside of me My tongue cupping you Cradling you Sucking you Your firey juice Scorching my sweet pink skin Oh how I love the burning pain The exhilaration of having you. You. So forbidden, Torturous, Mine. I’ll make you mine When I swallow you Slowly- Piece by piece Until your heat is in every pore of my body. Then… When it is over – I’ll smile at you And go back for more Because… you can never have just one Atomic Fireball. (it’s over now…you can breathe)

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