Sweet like the pink of your lips
I’ll spend hours at the boiling point
until I’m bubbling up at the seams
until I’m ripping the threads apart and I have to scream

The petals are soft like your tongue
wetting my fingertips, filling my heart
plucked one by one
until my patience is exhausted, so I pull you apart

Cooled down, so I can taste you
dripping down my throat, so I swallow you
harder than anything I’ve ever known, so I fuck you
wet and perfect, you were made for me to adore you