do you really know what you're getting into? i am dangerous do you like that? so you like the taste of my danger? you tasted me last night what is my taste? do i taste like sugar? poison? passion? night? what's my taste? You taste like happiness, excitement, desire like clouds and the ocean like grape jelly and poetry you taste like good music and smoke like long conversations about nothing and everything like long days at the beach and long nights in my bed you taste like possibilities like flustered hot cheeks like kryptonite like steaming rain and warm silk
I wrote this about a guy i had a short fling with one summer. I was afraid for him to get to know me.