7th Heaven Poem by Cris Ben

Like flavors flow from your fingertips to my skin
My spine can taste the burst of magic
up to my now butter-soft brain
down to my chest of melting chocolate.
And your honey glazed breaths
That form into ecstatic words filling my ears
make me deaf in sweet satisfaction, euphoric
Swirling clouds of cinnamon vanilla scent
Blending maple syrup tongue, glossy lips
Eyes closed and almost breathless
Under this candy moon and dangling berries
Buttercream frosted night
Sugar spangled firmament, seventh heaven
Sugar rush. Sugar high. Sugar bliss.