your fingertips taste like strawberries ,
do your lips?
does your tongue?
what about your , sweet , oh so sweet , heart?
you are like art.
— let me sink my nails into the strawberries ,
let me trace them over your thighs while your fingers frolic in my hair.
i like strawberries.
i like you.
and i'm so lost; in the strawberry hue
the red liquid flows between our fingertips and your eyes devour me whole — is all of that true?
its gnawing at me from inside my skull
pulling my veins out ,
licking it from my fingertips
i'm overtaken — by a strawberry lust.
you smell like strawberries.
YOU ARE READING
𝐃𝐎𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒
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