Hot wet nasty sex

in the pocket of my big green winter coat
was still wrapped in waxed paper
when i found it the other day.

i carefully grabbed both ends of the paper
and pulled to relieve the twist
but not so hard that the relief would fly away.

I caught it in my left hand,
and popped it gently in my mouth.
Gently, for fear that it would bang against
the back of my throat, and slide down
leading me to either cough it back up,
choke on it, or gag.

Around and around on my tongue
it slid, while the warm sweet tingle
of menthol filled my needy mouth.

It was over too soon,
but I remember the relief.