no more lies, no more pain (the storms here let it in)

the kiss starts cold, tasting soft grey. muddy, hesitant, nothing is clear- a what are we doing? then moving closer, interrogating further a question what is this, the taste deepens to midnight blue– darker, more intense, concentrated. it’s a mess of emotions edged with silver curiosity; a glint of something in the dark, a there’s something here, do you want to dig deeper? the taste of darkness, in the midnight blue, is alluring tempting, you shouldn’t want this but you can’t help it. then a trip, movement not in synch, sudden teeth and– the taste is a sharp burst of fire-red; eyes snapping open, hands gripping tighter, a gasp of air and then eyes shut. teeth, a closer desperation. a solid, yes. they are in the back alley, pressing against a cold concrete blanketed in darkness. the kiss was a surprise, glint of silver; a sparked curiosity, an oh turning to muddy grey- a stop, hesitance, eyes half-open, a is this real? then tastes of dark blue, eyes closing, temptation and oh yes to a sharp-burning red, a sudden realization-. then, a wrenching clash of blazing fire– yes, yes god yes. a collision of emotions with a staggering force of a supernova, drowning in an eruption of colors,

pink-red-red-orange-yellow-white

then—

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