My fingers fumble around
holding the flesh onto my face
or it’ll drip into a puddle in my lap
I can’t control my body heat when
he speaks so sweetly
I get a strong sugar rush and collapse
into myself like sticky liquid. overflowing.
I want to melt into the floorboards. it’s hot.
he’s hot like chili and chocolate.
I like it.
Skin melts which helps me
chew through the walls of my cheeks
and pull out my sweet teeth. I can’t cope
with feeling this sickly. He speaks and
acids build and fill my mouth ’til
I start throwing up
stupid, sugary, childish words with
the lining of my stomach. It’s a hot mess.
I’m a pompous, writhing, childish mess,
trying to hold my flesh together
and best express myself with words
that trick his taste buds into tasting
his favorite flavors. I want to make him
feel hot like i’m chilli and chocolate
on his tongue.
I want to make him melt into the floorboards
so I can pull them up and dive into
the bubbling pool of skin he’ll become
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