Taste of My Marriage
You are my first taste,
and my last meal,
feasting on food is akin
to feasting on you.
I remember the first time we kissed
it was like the first time I had ice cream
as the flavors melted on my tongue,
dripping drown my throat.
Just like ice cream
the first taste
had me hooked.
Ice cream is my favorite.
So are you.
Isn't it crazy how long we've known each other
and your kisses
still intoxicate me harder
then 3 glasses of my favorite sangria.
I can't even contain how much I
Your love is like my grandmother's mac and cheese
as every single bite
reminds me of who I am and where I belong
Marriage has only intensified
my ever constant desire for
Being with you is like eating my favorite meal,
and even though it's made exactly the same way
every time I am blown away
by how delicious it is.
I am never bored.
The sensation of eating chocolate--
that's something like how
it is when I'm with you.
You melt in,
My constant craving,
the tastiest snack,
the meal I think about my entire commute home.
And you feed me until I am,
close to bursting with pleasure,
satisfied with how full I am
after we have savored each other.
The honey on my lips,
making me foolish
to lap up every last drop that I can.