so this is delicious.
this warm sticky syrup in my cavity,
cherry-flavored love.
makin' my head hurt with all this
milk-chocolate love...
my favorite ice cream flavor,
so-sprung-i-got-brain-freeze love

can i be the cookies? and you be the cream?
it's bittersweet...
but it's beautiful. like warm rain in the South,
walking down the sidewalk barefoot,
like the most amazing kisses, biting lips and ******* tongues,
like climbing a tall mountain,
like freefalling from a plane.
need that high from his needle; i'll deal with the pain tomorrow
our skin tones together in a blender, his eyelashes,
the taste of ****, of tenderness...
how come i can't bottle this moment up
and get tipsy off of it, whenever you’re not near?
if i could bag this feelin’ up and sell it on the block, i'd be rich.
but like a shot,
like a slap, like counting stars rolling past,
it's gone.
no words. no fingers. no warm flesh,
just gone