I hope you don't mind 2016 Audrey Aparo
I hope you don't mind
he told me I taste like honey. what do you think about when you look at me? I am dripping with honey and what do I sound like? she said "I like my scents and tastes vanilla". dripping honey into your mouth. would the thought of me change if I added vanilla to the honey? sweet.
I hope you don't mind that I've been writing about you.
I never understood why you had such an odd fetish. The first thing that came to mind was that you were into different things. But maybe you are just loving the parts of me that I don't love myself. You loved my lips, which I think are oddly misshapen. You loved my skinny legs. You loved my feet. My nose, knuckles, beauty marks, my eyes, my stomach. Hips. Collar bones. Scars. My skin and skin and skin.
What would you know about love until it slams you into its bed and pushes you up against the white cold wall, wraps its fingers around your neck and kissed you with the same lips that say “You're fucking gorgeous but I'm leaving you�
What would you know about love when you're in you're in your bathroom drowning pills instead of yourself. But loving you was an endless sleep and losing you was blood orange.
Skin to skin, body to body. Our souls are freshly bloomed roses, never rotting. Your tongue is a silky white sheet. As I taste the wetness, my heart can't beat.