plumpy and tender
like a bleeding heart,
she dripped truth
from her lips
like milk and honey.
rosettes dot the surface;
slowly, sin coats her lips,
he could not help but
turn her chin
and take a lazy sip.
with the flick of the tongue,
and a promise that
lingered like a phantom breeze,
they paused the rain,
they shut the blinds
because nectar budded
from her lips, his kisses
trickling like a summer mist.
high on teenage bliss,
their love could never
remiss, she pauses
and wonders if
all kisses taste like this?
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 