Poetry

Cocaine.

Did I taste like sweet nectar?
Did I make you yearn for more?
I had you on your knees begging me for another taste.
You said I tasted like sugar.
You tasted like cocaine.
You were my drug and I was your sweet.
My thighs were tasty and your lips were addicting.
I wanted you to hold me at night.
You wanted me on my knees.
I was just another box in a candy shop.
You were a devil wrapped in a bright white sheet.
You said I turned sour.
I saw you in the candy shop again.
You found a new favorite flavor.