Your smile is so juicy
I almost want to bite right in
And take a mouthful of
running,
dripping,
liquid,
streaming down my chin.
Your mouth twists to a new mold
half moon appears
fresh,
flavorful,
touch of your smile
“Come, give me a try,” I hear.
To sink my taste buds
a world of escape
soft,
squishy,
seclusion
This relationship is taking shape.
I can't help but to think
your smile is a fruit
Thick green casing
luscious red inside
I could almost eat you, you're so cute.
Each perfectly squared tooth
little black seed
complete the perfect portrait
I think you're what I need.
I almost want to bite right in
And take a mouthful of
running,
dripping,
liquid,
streaming down my chin.
Your mouth twists to a new mold
half moon appears
fresh,
flavorful,
touch of your smile
“Come, give me a try,” I hear.
To sink my taste buds
a world of escape
soft,
squishy,
seclusion
This relationship is taking shape.
I can't help but to think
your smile is a fruit
Thick green casing
luscious red inside
I could almost eat you, you're so cute.
Each perfectly squared tooth
little black seed
complete the perfect portrait
I think you're what I need.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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