- smooth as peanutbutter silk, the kind you spread across a body with the flat side of a blunt blade, carefully sweeping it up and over inches of creamy skin, chasing the taste with the flat of a tongue. that's what you are to me, guilty pleasure, catching eyes like baby-blue icing painting a seascape on some avant garde wedding cake, and mine are plain as chocolate kisses but they melt together like its what they were meant for, mixing in swirls of light and dark, creating something new, something decadent, something not everyone can appreciate.
dark room with hip hop playing in the background, thumping beat, catchy hook, and the taste of beer is sharp on the back of my tongue but i imagine it would be sweet on yours and you're standing so close to me i can barely resist the hungry urge to find out. share smiles like handfuls of m&ms, the yellow kind, the sunshine-y kind, peanuts nestled in the middle like prizes and that's how i think our first kiss could be, washing away the sour taste of something else with sweetness that takes time to enjoy, chew once to crack the shell, lap up the chocolate, chew twice to taste what's hidden.
legendary starlets smile at us from paintings hung on carefully painted walls while the smell of smoke and smoke hangs thick around us and we're bonding, we're all but sucking the air from each others' lungs, lips pressed together in secondhand kisses, fingers tangled over the smooth plastic and glass of lighter and pipe. i'm breathing but all i'm thinking about is you, two feet away and beautiful, you, two minutes ago and holding me tight, enveloping me in your arms sweet and gentle as caramel and just as hard to rub off my skin.
left stained in you, sticky with you, craving more as soon as i'm left with nothing but an empty wrapper and the taste of you in my mouth. sixty tiny minutes and that's all i get and then it's over and time for goodbye, careful hugs and smiles and my eyes following you through the room and out the door and my teeth aching for you as soon as it closes with a snickt and all i can think about, beer and marijuana heavy, is how you are -
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