I want to be your cherry sour boy
let me tempt you off the shelf, purchased, and safe into your grip
rip my bag right off and run gentle fingers along my red skin
hold me to your lips, though I may be a bit sour at first, if you let me melt in your mouth I'll quickly turn sweet
call me your cherry sour boy
bite directly into me, teeth cutting through my shoulder like a gummy. I want you to. there is no love more pure than eating me whole
or maybe you'll tease me, scrape your little fangs against my neck, roll your fingers against my tongue
you know, I could take it. open your body up to me. I'll make a lovely decorated home out of your heart and your ribcage.
please make me your cherry sour boy!
spill me across the bed, though it's a given we won't ever cross the actual line, for once take time caressing me in your hands
pick up each candy you drop, examine each between clawed fingertips, trace kisses along the cracks in each surface,
when you're done, close my bag up nicely! until next time, when my hard coating opens up to soft and sweet insides again
I want to be your cherry sour boy.
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a bit of a different format and a different take on intimacy. also, sour cherry is one of my favourite flavours. maybe cherry in general, but not for everything...I also like mint
