Almost like a cloud I saw when I was on a plane once.
But more deformed, and bent in shape.
Like his skin against mine.
Shaped like a lock and key.
Little speckles of brown against your skin, like him and I when we come together.
Desired like the new girl on the block.
It’s amazing how something big, can start so small.
To satisfy a feeling that you crave every day.
Your insides look like one of my decayed cavities, but on the outside, you appear to be flawless.
( A poem I wrote about popcorn while staring at popcorn. Hope you like it)