The Taste of Sugar

A real life conversation at party turns into fantasies in my mid.

He sits down 
next to me 
and smiles. 
I lower my head 
in reply.   
This does not 
dissuade him 
as he ask 
"Is there meaning to life?" 
  
From there, 
the conversation lags 
as he goes 
on and on 
about the absence 
of objective truth 
and how life is 
ultimately meaningless. 
  
I intently focus 
on his mouth 
all the while envisioning 
how it would 
Taste on mine. 
he continues to speak, 
but I can no 
longer bare it. 
I put my finger 
against his lips, 
holding it there 
for a few seconds 
and say, "If I kiss you, 
would you promise 
to shut up?" 
  
He pauses, barely able 
to get another word out 
before my lips 
are on his. 
His mouth yields 
and our tongues meet. 
he tastes of sugar 
and the sweetness 
overtakes me as 
I dissolve into him. 
  
He presses his body 
against mine, 
moving his hand, 
up my thigh 
reaching for the 
hidden place 
no one dares to go. 
  
He makes the journey, 
feeling what his kisses 
have done to me. 
His puts his hand 
to my mouth 
as I drink 
the holy water 
from his fingers. 
  
A smile breaks 
across my face 
as I coyly say, 
"That's my answer 
to your question."

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So, so sensual. You have captured the energy we all long for, the honesty most avoid!

[Pete]

well that surely brought some sweet meaning to life. stirred my tea with hot tension. nice job ... :)

[Chris]

This is the most HUMAN piece I have read today... I know, understand, and appreciate such "he said, she said, he said (moments)" that take place behind OUR eyes. Our quiet gets so empty that even a hand to touch - just to touch - makes all the difference.

[Relic]

I like the erotic shade you use on this. Perhaps life becomes more meaningful when a kiss resuscitates it back to life in such a way as this. :)

[DelicateMae]

I couldn't agree more. Thanks for your review. :)