I can taste you,
on my tongue, like over ripe strawberries.
Your soul is bared for my teeth.
For which I gladly sink into you.
I wrap your skin around my own,
my little armor.
A pair of feral eyes watching the world,
lost inside your skin.
No one knows that you are not you.
No one cares. They just watch.
And still I taste you,
acidic, sweet, metalic, and filled.
Emotions and things left unsaid.
Anger and lust,
bitterness all tingle your blood,
like eroctic spices from hald naked countries.
You fill me with you, with lust.
And then when you're not looking,
I take and give and force and bend,
and then you are alone.
