panicking-omg
There are too many
tastes in my mouth.
I get it.
You looking away.
You making a joke out of
my shaking bottom lip.
Kissing me is too sour
too sweet too bitter
all at once.
You slip your tongue into my mouth
run it over my teeth
and as my arms are clenching up
and my skin becoming a goose-bumped
question of anticipation
you say,
That’s enough.

I get it.
But come here still.
I want you:
Sour.
Sweet.
Bitter.
All at once.
I Don’t Want To Go To Sleep Because That Means Letting Go Of This Moment | Lora Mathis (via sickfake)