Can I write out the taste of you that is still in my mouth?
You live on the buds of my tongue, dominating my thoughts through your seasoned ingredients.
Gliding on the silky walls of my jaws
And I passed up freshly brewed coffee and an omelet
Just so I can keep you captive in the confines behind the lush gateways of my selfish lips.
By Janell Hihi Copyright @2017