sick

At first it's like warm sweet sticky ice cream dripping down the side of your hand

so close you can smell her sweet breath

Her eyes unflinching as they look into yours

getting lost in the moment

Taking in the lovely skin that wraps around her face her throat

the neverending lovelyness of her black hair

it would feel like heaven brushing across your body

The small side to side movement of her bottom lip tells you to take a taste

and it all changes

Now it's like carnage against a back drop of a slow motion train wreck

bones breaking hearts breaking blood flowing staining

Changing the course of your life for one sweet kiss

one taste of new flesh

You've been here before, you know better

walk away

ignore the biting of the pouty bottom lip as you walk away

just walk away

she knows not what she asks

I know what I do