Fairytale.

You taste like a fairytale.
Dreams written on our lips,
The unexpected consequence of alcohol, films and substances
Cause vocal expressions of interest
Such as,
"I think you'd taste good."
We talk about masturbation,
Willingness and how deep down the rabbit hole we'd each go.
Expressing a common interest.
I'm reminded briefly of accidental emotion
By drug trips
Hard.
"You taste amazing."
"Told you so."
We forget to lie,
Together.
We forget to feel reality.
Lost in openness.
Open,
You made me feel alive
For a while.
I touch myself when I think of you
Never
Quite
Satisfied.
Never quite alone.
Never quite tasteless.
Words become hard to say,
redundant and meaningless
With all the things we put into each others mouths.
I know the sounds you make when you orgasm.
The way you smile as you sleep.
You tell me how I'm a waste of a dream,
I call you a fairytale every time I leave.