The NaPoWriMo prompt was about taste, and I took it in a very NSFW direction.
You smell like chicken soup but you taste
like mucus. I won’t romanticize,
use salty or sweet. You taste like
nothing, but heavier. You’re honest
with me, you taste like what you are.
But when you’re doing the tasting,
the flitting of your tongue, unending
need for so much more. It’s better
like that, don’t you think? I taste
the same as you.