Afternoon delights.

I can have as many as i want if i’m good.

I smile at him sweetly as anyone would.

It’s only one a day, and i’ll burn the rest,

Every new touch lingers on the flesh.

I crave something new and sweet, I deserve a little treat.

Each strange face a cute meet and a foreign bed to sleep.

Delicious on my lips until it spoils my insides,

I always leave the remnants on my bedside,

So the next time I deprive myself i don’t forget

How to replace hunger with regret and a warm bed.

But i’m prettier between bedsheets than the confectionary isle,

And I promise not to do either for a long while.

(You can see where i’m going with this)

A hershey or a kiss? Both only moments of momentary bliss

That clings to my mouth and I suck in its foul taste.

It sinks to my stomach. He brings sweet treats to my place.

by Hannah