a kiss.
upon my tongue is the taste of sweat, but wait, something sweet.
a hand to my hair.
pop! pop!
his lips leave mine, down
down and then
up again.
with each kiss i unravelled.
with each touch i folded neatly for he to carry, for he to hold,
for he to put away in his pocket.
pop! pop!
what was so delightful in a touch, i cant remember.
i only know his touch,
all else is bronze.
pop! pop!
my nails red
trail from his jaw to his lips.
the pink reminds me of cotton candy.
his eyes so blue much like the hard candy i received in class for stellar behavior
i was trapped.
pop! pop!
glancing down at the black worn leather of his 1998 honda, i almost felt sorry.
his hands, free from any flaw, drew me closer.
i put my ear to his chest, listening to the faint thump of his heart.
pop! pop!
i listened to his lungs as he took in short, excited breaths.
as i listened, i felt my own lungs commit to the same agitated pattern of breathing.
what awaits stirred a growing anticipation somewhere deep inside, fast spreading like a virus
my vision blurry, my mouth waters.
it should be known,
pop! pop!
i love to play with my food.
pop!
