I made red potato salad for lunch today.

The knife, as I sliced through the potatoes made a “shhhh” sound.

It reminded me of the sound you make,

Sucking in your breath when I first thrust into you,

Your eyes widening, as you feel my hot member

Sliding deep into your core, filling you with its warmth.

And while the potatoes were cooking,

I diced the vidalia onion,

Marveling at how the juice from it

Looked so similar to the juice

That drips from your sweet lips

When you are aroused.

Scooping a large dollop

Of mayonnaise from the jar,

I envisioned playing with Cool Whip,

And how you’d laugh if I placed some on your mound,

Because it would be cold, and tickle.

And I thought of the warmth of licking it off.

And how your magic button would be slowly revealed

Beneath a mound of white, and pink.

……………

I ate the salad on a bed of lettuce

And wished you were here with me.