You told me I was bold and daring and I told you it was because of my distinctive taste — fiery like the taste of red, a pungent flavor against deceit and deception.

You were the opposite of a burning taste of spices — honeyed and flavorsome. I was astound when you boldly relished my lips full of sharp-tasting fears and doubts as if it was a sugar drizzle.

You invited me to savor every delectable flavors of you by your dulcified metaphors and feats that suddenly became bittersweet promises only to be left with an aftertaste of a sugarcoated happiness.