rosy pink.
natural.
full.
a sweetness that's hard to find.
your lips like candy.
made from heaven just to make me melt to pieces.
the taste is hell the feeling of the hard bite when I pull away.
your lips sore.
softness of your tongue paralyzing me as I want more.
your smile aching as I tasted you.
such delectable things.
such sweet surrender that comes to me in dreams.
consequencially the taste of you is my Achilles heel.
anything to make me fall on my knees and worship at your feet.
the kiss the soft caress that haunt the night.
late night talks as I'm falling it's not a flight or fight.
it's just love.
and my fever spreads to my skin is evidence of it.
I'm contagious but I can't help wanting you.
the taste of your lipstick.
the beautiful hell that wishes it plague my existence.
my lips are sore they get lost in the taste of your lipstick.
a kiss so soft so heavenly in every taste.
I ravage you.
I taste heaven and felt hell as I harshly pulled away harsh knowing this soft caress would last forever.
like white chocolate sweet and rich.
as I wear your kisses like tattoos.
covered in dark red hickies like a massacre.
battlescars of a lust.
a fire that grew wildly yet to never know death.
for to only want the taste of your lips.
a dream left drowning just for you and me.
©darkmocha
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