Sunday, February 27, 2011

You are...

You're like Black oil, so sticky and dark,
I want to run my fingers through you.
Or maybe you're more like honey,
sweet and warm,
I want to drizzle you over my toast.
I'm thinking purple cotton candy,
you stick to my hands, and palms,
even my elbows (how'd you get there?)
i want to lick you off bit by bit.
Black oil, warm honey, and purple cotton candy.
dark, sweet, and everywhere.

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