Reposting a classic

With trembling hands, I drop them in, 2 quarters one after another. They make a soft ching as they settle amongst the other quarters that have tried to sate the insatiable lust for your tangy goodness. Softly, gently, reverently I caress the button just so. I know how you like to be touched. With a satisfying clunk your goodness drops into the cradle, ready for my grasping hands to cling to, to hold, to caress.

I pull you out. You feel cold, so cold. But I don't try to warm you. No, I like your frigid nature. It gives me great pleasure. I almost feel guilty. When I am with you, I am cheating on my first love. I am sorry, former love of my life, but I have left you for another. I should have said something. Where did it start going wrong? When did I know I had love for another? I don't know. All I know is now the dark, sweet nectar is all I want, all I need, all I seek.

Pop! Whoooooosh! So close to being mine. Now you are open. Furtively I look around. No eyes are upon me. Swiftly I taste your forbidden juices. Just a taste at first. I feel your silky smoothness on my tongue. Your fiery kiss bursts upon my senses, thrilling me with your touch. Just a taste and already I kneel at your feet, grateful for your touch, the caress of your flavor on my tongue.

Then, I drink deeper of my love. For a few moments I hold you in my mouth, savoring your flavor, savoring each moment of your touch, thrilling even more to the deep, fiery kiss.

I know I said I was through, that we could not be together anymore, but you knew then as you know now that I am nought but your helpless slave. I am yours to command. I have no will to fight, no desire to stop. I give in to your temptations, to your charms. My past is littered with used containers of the times I have filled myself with your love.

I tried to replace you with others. Oh, sure, some had their charms...but none was as wonderful as you. I dream of you. When we are not together, I think of you, sitting there in my palm, enfolded in my embrace. Oh, how I love you, dark mistress. Let my life never again be without Coke. Yes, Mt. Dew will always be my first love but when the right one comes along...you know it, baby.