gala

the taste of applemint melts on your tongue,

as you give in to me softly,

it was one thing that i thought i didn't need,

the perfection of tongues and lips colliding,

a breeze of lust was there,

as if a seat on heaven was offered to me,

or hell, i couldn't care less,

all i think about is how you pull me in,

and my heart rushes; 

craving for you like how it needs tons of blood to work

kiss me again, and twice or more,

stick that mint cigarette in right after,

just kiss me again, twice or more,

and let's laugh about it later.

july 10th ‘24