I whisper your name quietly
into the dark night,
the wind carries my temptations away.
Again and again I let it melt on my tongue
like a piece of dark chocolate,
enjoying the feeling
when it runs roughly down my throat
and goosebumps appear all over my body.
I didn't know how perfect a name could be.
YOU ARE READING
THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
