Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

Your flesh
Tastes like strawberry
Mixed with honey.

I melt around you
In the blissful explosion.

I am your candy wrapper.

I selfishly hide you
From the rest of the world
To enjoy your sweet fruit
All on my own.

You are my treat,
The treat that’s not up for sharing.

I am your cover
That keeps you cool and beautiful.

Your sugar is on my lips.
Your sweetness is on my tongue.

You are a prisoner to my desire.

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