You want to taste, that desperate urge
I let you put me on your tongue
as you trace my surface,
you get the satisfaction of my sweetness
you test its layers:
you break it, twist it, dig deep
your eyes squint, your senses are high
the sourness took you by surprise
but you don't spit it,
you devour it, explore it, adapt it
you have just started getting lost
but the limit comes to an end
your mouth is empty, devoid of my touch
then you understand the true flavor,
the essence of my whole
you want it
you crave for more
the saliva still has ruins of me,
it does nothing but pushes it to extreme,
disappointment leads to addiction,
that's what I do,
but I did warn you.
- she slurs, as into her glassy eyes hecould sense it was a goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
