Hooked

He tasted like honey and lemons, a poisonous vemon to the vanilla gourmet taste he decribes when I begin to come down from the high he gives, I love it though. The marks I leave on his back and the nip when he makes me bite my lips, gives me a silent praise in the bedroom. I lust him and the nights we are making up with fighting all over again, and the sweating glistening on our skin makes things feel just right. the evergreen mint taste when we kiss, the anxiety loses it's grip on my mind and you ease everything.