Your hands are cream
They rub into me
Filling my skin with content
Your eyes are chocolate
They melt my gaze
My mouth goes dry with want
Your heart is jelly
I wish to take a bite
Would you let me,
even if my teeth leave a mark?
I wrote this in my stage of manic. I wondered about the kind of love that I wish to have, and I reached a conclusion; that I want to leave something behind, so that they won't forget me.