Utterly Eerie Nonsense:
An evening of Netflix and caramel corn
comes to a close as you climb on top.
We make out heatedly as you melt into my touch,
your lips tasting like raspberry ice.
They soon match the texture of the
cascading saliva between our mouths.
Your body follows suit as my touch heats you up;
my eyes pop open.
Next thing I know, you've completely vanished,
and I'm covered in hot fudge sauce.