Black Cherry

kindled passions thought of. as misunderstandings raise emotions not logic. rare to define itself within a box that is determined to not exist. i am the invisible touch against your skin. my eyes are the ones you see when you close your own against darkness. but i do not exist. your touch, the catalyst to my inner being. enticing and hurtful all at once. i am your black cherry. longing to be on your lips. only to nourish your soul, your very inner core, but. vows to you are meaningless and actions keep you skeptical. even though my stem shows outwardly. you do not believe in me. let me be the juice that waters your mouth, let my curves be the ones you hold in your palms. let my nerves be the ones to tickle your thoughts. I want to be your muse, instead all i have done is amuse you with my black cherry, filled with your barren seed