i want to taste like candy
sugar coated cherries
watch as i frame my lips with my tongue
teeth so white
lips so red
i want to feel like silk
with the weight of sand
falling between your fingers
not a trace of me remains
but im soft to the touch
i want to smell like roses
and the best flowers
catch the sent of me trailing down hallways
tracing fingertips on wall papers
leaving bits of me everywhere i go
i want to smell like vanilla
sweet and sacred
pure and sinful
let me remind you of home made cookies
that dissolve on your tongue
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
