romantic poetry / halsey

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So here's an observation.
You have lips as soft as a timely ripened peach, and the flesh seems as fragile and just as sweet. When I was 8 or 9, I'd bite into a peach and let each first bite run down my chin with sickly sweet drops of juice, and the droplets would hide in the hollows of my neck and my tongue would jump at the taste. And similarly, you do the same. You have painful eyes that cut into me with each glance. As if imaginary hands reach out from your irises and thrust themselves towards my stare, grabbing hold of my eye lids and wrenching them open, so I hold your gaze like velcro.
And you have ivory teeth like piano keys in a straight line like steps leading to a crooked smile.
And your body heat generating off of mine was like a sweltering fire, like some sinful hell bent stranger inside of me.
And so you set me to flames last night.
And I can't wait another day to get burnt.
And I know you'll read this and be arrogant enough to think it's about you.
Luckily, you're right this time.