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 |