Caramel Moments
After steaming moments of trepidation I lift you skyward;
Pressing against my lips, steaming beneath millimeters of porcelain,
The taste of you is carved into my lips-
Caramels moments, sticky with passion, and salty memories dripping from bitter eyes.
Quench me, I desire so, my love, but please leave me refreshed!
Your violent energy coursing through these fragile veins;
Motivating me.. Healing me.. Owning me..
Please, my love, I’m both willing and desperate, in fact, to forgo the familiar-
Your lollipop of poison.
Damning my tongue. Damning a possible future of self-sustained stability.
I. Must. Taste. You!
This realization further upsets my stomach, willing an unstable ocean of acid and fear;
Despite it, I’m helplessly devouring your buffet of co-dependency.
Fully aware of this violent revelation, which shocks my innards,
I. Must. Ingest. You!
Nurture me, love, prevent my inevitable decay!
The only thing to save this rotting body are the words;
Of which only you can speak:
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