Sweets
"Every time we kiss, you're the perfect stranger."
The scent of danger, you can't even tell
that things are getting stranger.
To trust is to get hurt
still I bare myself
salty secrets in the dark.
Whispers and songs
what you find you keep.
Sweets and treats
and too much sugar
between us.
Caramel stuck between my teeth
reality's demands not so sweet.
Inhale, exhale
wish I could breathe easier.
November 30, 2015
prompt: strange
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