Crème Brûlée

Infatuated.

With clothes on, I see you naked.

Watching your soul breathe, I hit ecstasy.

I have no exes, see I don’t know how to act sometimes

_____when I’m in your presence.

Please forgive me if I overthink this treasure.

Mind stimulated, no need for physical pleasure.

With every touch I’m frozen, dripping

_____Like an icicle in the desert.

I could eat you up for

_____lunch, dinner and dessert.

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2 thoughts on “Crème Brûlée

  1. Lovely metaphor! “Watching your soul breathe, I hit ecstacy” is my favourite line.
    (question though- to keep the metaphor going could ‘exes’ be ‘leftover loves/passions’? or something along those lines?)

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