That wonkey smile, how do you
Do that?
The lip biting, the craving, obbsession.
The mouth tender and polite,
Yet lustful, passionate, tongue the colour of fruit,
Teeth like stars, elegently hung, in a sweet
Coralation, a barrior.
Protecting the night of your insides,
The darkness, the abis,
How i wish to enter the warm hollow,
I want to taste it with mine, like two skys
Kissing during a sunset or rise,
I want to feel your venom seep down my throat,
Swallow.
Like a starving child, desperate and poor.
Greatly begging for more of that sweet suckle.
How do you do that?
That taste i wish to taste,
But miles
Haunt us, capture us and contain us,
The loneliness and virus that we call miles,
How do you do that?
Make me feel so grand without even a kiss.
Yet.
