coffee. That's the first thing I taste. I hate coffee. But I don't hate this. Her lips are soft, softer than anyone else she's ever kissed. She deepens the kiss with a soft smile. The girl she's kissing doesn't complain. The hoots and hollers of the other party goers suggest they don't mind either. The deeper the kiss gets, i realize I can taste mint, and a hint of cherry chap stick, combined it tastes like heaven.
The next time she finds herself kissing the mystery girl, they're at another party. They were sitting next to each other, and the people at the party glance at them occasionally. The mystery girl smiles, and leans in. She grins into the kiss. This time she doesn't taste coffee, but she tastes chocolate. She tastes a fiery cinnamon.
She can taste heaven, she can taste hell.
In her kiss she tastes stardust.
In her kiss she can taste the revolution.
This kind of sucked but oh well what're you gonna do.
