Solid and Sweet
The first time we touched we opened something profound and fell into it so softly
AND
It feels like we’ve landed in a place that’s solid and sweet.
BUT
even still, when I touch you I remember the way it opened us
AND
it tastes precious yet unrefined... like raw sugar licked from the rim of a cold glass.
OH
I would hold your hands in mine, winding our fingers like peppermint stripes and rub my lips across your every delicious surface every second of every day if I could.
AND
I would jump out of my chocolate skin into the caramel of yours and live in your saccharine warmth if you’d let me.
I
don’t
want
her
to
touch
you.
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