This is what he tastes like on your tongue:
soft, sweet, and dark,
like the best kind of chocolate. So soft
it doesn't understand its own darkness,
so sweet it pulls you in
without even trying, and so dark
you can't help but lose yourself
in its innocent darkness, the void of conquering,
delicious oblivion. Close your eyes
and the night you see on the inside of your lids
is his darkness, the black hole that is the pull of him,
the sweetest of gravity.
Touch his hair; the softness draws you closer,
the black envelops you.
He is everything.