Every time I lay my eyes on you,
I want to eat you whole.
I don’t seem to get enough of you.
Once
Twice
Thrice
All day, in the middle of the night,
The time could be whatever,
I will always love your sweet sweet taste in my mouth.
You are an artist like that.
The shape of the honey trail you leave behind on my lips,
Is a sight no matter how careless the tourist.
I wait all year for the summer to come.
Just so that I can see you again.
Just so that my hands can reach out and touch you.
And then your artist can leave the canvas of my lips a little more yellow and a whole lot more hungry.
[A/N: Its rainy season and I miss mangoes. This one is for my precious mangoes ya'll]
