You're a bittersweet taste in my mouth.
Your sour heart is unsettling on my tongue
But I lick my lips.
You excite me.
You're addictive.

You're the black density that envelops me.
I sink deeper into your warm embrace.
The scream for help never leaving my lungs.
You entrance me.
You're hypnotic.

I know that you're no good for me.
But I mistake your sweet words for honey.
Thick in the air but I can't get enough.
You speak slowly.
It's seductive.

But when I stop caressing you
I feel myself letting you
Slip through my fingers.
Part of me is glad you will be gone
But the memories left behind stick to my skin.
I ignore them
Reluctantly.

You say I won't live without you.
You say you're as natural as water.
But in reality
You are
Molasses.

- p. winter