SUGAR

01 OF HONEYSUCKLE AND MILK TEA

i live in hues of him.
he is my muse,
of honey and satin.
i kneel before him,
head bowed,
in wait for a kiss.
all i wish is for
his lips against mine.

he is my salvation,
in the form of
neon orange eyes,
and silver teeth.
my angel boy,
lay beside me under
a star speckled sky.

you are
saccharine vignettes,
framed in gold,
and a sepia filter.
picture perfect,
plastered polaroids
alight with sunbeams.
shine on me, my love.

i will lay in wait for
your gallant return.
the headlights of
your old mustang
flash across the front
of the house,
shining through the
windows like flashlights.

once again, you
will warm my sheets.
you will smile at me,
running your foot
up my leg under the
kitchen table during
breakfast. and i,
face flush red, will
scold you. call you
names, but you will get
me into bed, like always.

i yearn for your touch.
will always beg for
calloused fingertips
dancing along my inner
thigh. the goosebumps
that rise with every
passing touch.
i ache for your tongue,
wet your lips
and dive in, baby.

you make my heart
beat, beat, beat
right out of my chest.
shivers wrack down my
spine, i feel boneless
and sated, lazily kissing.
just tiny pecks,
little presses of lips.
you taste so sweet,
more decadent than
any wine.

you're addictive,
you inspire my madness.
you inspire every
brushstroke, every word
that leaves my mouth.
you are my muse,
in every sense of the word.