Sweet like honey, (and heavy is the mood.)
dripping over my skin, seeping into the surface
steady pull that always is warm,
and I am never stuck but struck by the way you stare
coating and covering but not suffocating,
yet.
Sugar coated tongue slips,
silver shiny words
spill from your lips
slowly coating
my skin, sticky, sweet
enveloping
and we are developing alarmingly fast.