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I feel his hands ripple down my body
as honeyed lips taste places
that make my throat squeeze.
My mind over runs, voiding
out his lowering shadow.
How does he sweeten
such jaded personalities like mine,
washing out prideful groans,
then compounding it all in bright-eyed sugar?
My sweet-tooth craves his
antics until I rot with cavities.
I was never one to take
candy from strangers,
but after our confectioned bodies,
I learned a name my voice savours.
I know where his richness runs,
folds, and drips off - beating
against my thoughts until
that's all I am--
Him.
His.
--and all done in by bonbon
promises I believed, for
his is, oh so, mellifluous.
 Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 10:19am · 0 Comments |
