The Taste of SugarA Poem by DelicateThe first part of the poem is a conversation I had at a party. The rest, my response, is what I was thinking when he was talking.
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 drags as he goes on and On about the absence of objective truth and how life is ultimately meaningless. I intently focus on his mouth 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 secret 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." © 2018 Delicate |
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