he was like a three-course meal.
salty, spicy, and sweet.
mostly the sweet.
like a shortbread biscuit
crumbling into your teeth
the river of chocolate
trying to catch up to the meat
he was the rich velvet sponge cake
you couldn’t wait to eat.
your tongue curls, salivates at the thought of
his neck, mouth, lips
he's the last scoop of ice cream you don’t want to
miss. but you know when it’s over,
you'll be craving for more
your stomach still empty and your arms so
sore. but he'll reel you in for a midnight snack,
his fingers telling you it’s good to be back
he's a kit kat from your secret chocolate stash leftover
Crème Brule just waiting to crack. then you get to the
morning and he's still in your bed, your mind's telling
you it’s time to be fed
you wade through his hair, soft as silk
and wash it down with a glass of milk
but once you see his green eyes
and his bowl full of lies,
you can’t help but feel
last nights meal
stuck
in
your
throat.
