"Darling." It feels like a splash of red.

The red of hot blood rushing to my cheeks.

Or the red juice that trickles down my chin,

As I press a cherry between my teeth.

"Darling." It twinkles and tingles

Yet it leaps and penetrates the space between us

All at once.

And even if it isn't from your mouth,

I receive it from your hands as you twirl me,

From your eyes, as you smile at me,

And from your heart, as you love me.

Every time hits me like the first,

It sinks me.