Marshmellow Fluff

A hand - slipping -
Gliding -
Smoothly searching -
Sadly yearning
A pressure begins
Within your soul
And I gaze into your
tell-tale eyes that
Talk to me of Yesterdays
full of Falseness and Hypocrisy
and many unmeant Love-Yous.

And now (today)
I come to you with
Truth and Reallove.
And you thank me.
By tracing the outline of my lips
with your trembling tongue.
And by taking my hand and
placing it (oh so tenderly)
Upon your marshmellow fluff