He said my lips tasted like Coke. And he was addicted to them.
“Give me another sip, please. I won’t drink you all away.”, he begged.
I wanted to give in. I wanted him to drink me up.
“You are my worst temptation. But I don’t wanna toss you in the trash or give you to someone else…”, he confided.
I knew he wasn’t lying. I could tell by the look in his eyes. He was addicted. And to be completely honest, I wanted him to be.
“Come over. I will slide some ice cubes over your mouth and suck the sugar out of your tongue.”, he whispered.
Damn, this man really knows how to get me on my knees. I would do anything for him.
“Baby, you are delicious. But you will kill me, eventually, won’t you?”, he asked.
I would only kill him with my kind face and dark interior. And he would workship me until his last breath. And I wanted him to. And I wanted him too. (Lord knows, I wanted him!)
“Kill me. But do it the way you know best. Because I love it. And I want it bad.”, he proclaimed.
(I ended up killing him. And he smiled at me. As we got consumed in a split second. By each other.)
We were one another’s forever. And for a moment.