Taste

Taste 

That taste.

It’s bitter.

It dances on my lips and all I can think…

I want more.

I’m sick. 

With you. 

Of you? 

It doesn’t matter because I have it now. 

The taste. 

I want. 

I need. 

To fill my tongue with you and to hear…

Anything. 

As long as it’s from your throat. 

That soft,

Smooth muscle. 

The one my teeth crave. 

I just need 

One more

Taste.

-a.e