Thank You Houkito!
Here's something I wrote:
The taste of your lips, like the lip of a cold glass
a hint of condensation, an aftertaste of bitter apples
You cannot hide your alcoholic kisses from me
Your dark skin shimmers against fluorescent dusty light
I just want to keep tasting your lips
Drink from your hips
Lick the length of your neck
Make you a part of me.
Swallow you whole.
And as your form shrinks from view,
As the song in my ears begs me to hang my head
I’d rather kiss you again, those cold refreshing lips
With the apple aftertaste…
There’s nothing hard about your cider
Yet you seem to be angry about something
Ah… whatever, I want another kiss please.