her voice tastes of chocolate. i only want to take her voice box and hold it in my mouth.
i only want to taste her. to have her breaths become mine. to devour her in her entirety. she would be mine and i her's.
to take her tongue into my mouth. to have it reach so far down my throat that she is all i will ever taste. her tongue would be soft and her lips even softer. i wish to kiss them ruddy instead of their subtle pink.
i want nothing more than to be hers. to claim her as my own. to be all that she thinks about as she lays awake at night. as she is to me.
for my visage to muddle her brain as hers does to me.
i need nothing more than for her to like women. but alas we cannot all have what we want in life.
so i lie awake in my empty too large bed and weep for her love to one day find me the way my love finds her.
(a/n: i would love to post a picture of her for you guys to see just how beautiful she is, but that would be an invasion of her right to privacy, and i respect her far too much for that)
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Poetryi have fallen hard for a straight girl. she'll never like me, and i'm telling myself that i'm ok with that.