just desserts (3/22/20)

honey-brown skin


glistens like liquid gold


and pours into my open mouth.


i drink up as if i've been parched for years.


but this flavor could never compare


to the sweetness of your words


when you tell me i'm beautiful.


syllables sit watchfully on your tastebuds 


as i beg them to come out.


please, just one more taste.

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