Sweet Tooth

he brought me a third of a red Twizzler he bit off
handed it to me like he was presenting it to me, still chewing on the other halves
but i marveled at the way his hands look in a still, resting way
the way they press to his chin
the way they make him look like he is made of marble
panicked
said, "what?"
couldn't look him in the face
took the red vines in a slow hesitation
and as i did he walked away without looking at me and said, "have a nice day"
i put the candy in my mouth
bit down
i imagine how it tastes in his mouth
i imagine kissing him slow
lips first
pressed together
the way he and i are skin to skin some nights and i still want to pull him closer
i bite the candy and imagine it's how his bottom lip feels tucked between my teeth
i let my saliva pool around my tongue and tremble when i think of his tongue caressing mine
coated in sweet and warm like rain in August
i eat the rest of the candy as slowly as i can stand it
i finish it in the way we kiss
slowly first
then hungry and anxious
the sweetness melts around my tongue
and i have never been this hungry