Like an unsated craving,
I burn with the longing
to devour you,
to let your essence linger
on the heat of my tongue.

I hunger for the way
your gaze drips over me,
melting into my
chocolate-sprinkled skin,
hands trailing
like warm caramel
against bare flesh.

I thirst to taste your lips,
sugared and soft,
coated in powdered sweetness,
a trace of jelly-filled delights
that tempt and beg to be devoured.

I revel in the way
you surround me,
your touch a glaze,
your embrace thick as syrup,
enveloping me in the
luscious decadence
of strawberry temptation.

I graze the sugared edges
of your mouth,
tongue teasing, savoring,
until your taste spreads
like honey on my lips,
filling every nerve,
thick, intoxicating—
a rush so sweet,
I crackle apart,
fizzing like the bite
of an uncorked bottle,
spilling, spilling,
until I am nothing
but pleasure dissolved.