Just Like Candy

Come closer, lover —
taste the honey spun on my tongue,
sugar drips slow where your hands dare wander,
and my sighs stick to your fingertips
like melted caramel at midnight.

I am spun sugar and danger,
a ripe cherry bitten open in the dark —
bite deeper, bruising the velvet skin,
let the juice run down your chin,
kiss me sweet, kiss me dirty, kiss me raw.

Whisper my name between your teeth,
make it drip from your lips like syrup —
I want your hunger to write its gospel
along my neck, my waist,
the curve of my desire
where your breath shivers against my hips.

Peel me slow —
I am your secret orchard,
red and dripping nectar,
lush and laughing in the heat of your mouth.
I bloom wider with each gasp,
I dissolve on your tongue —
I taste just like candy,
but this sugar bites back.

So savor me, reckless and starving,
devour the fruit, break the pit,
let the sticky sweetness glue your sin to my skin.
Say you crave me long after the taste is gone —
say you want more.
Say you want me —
again, again, again.

by Onnaya