They told me 

It would taste
bitter
like ash

but the first time
we kissed

and I tasted his lips

it was nothing

like
kissing 

an ashtray

he slipped

his tongue

into my mouth

and it tasted

like maple syrup 

on pancakes

(On a sunday

morning)

far too sticky sweet

for my own good

what they never did say

was that he would 

feel like fire

and the more we kissed

the more I would burn alive

engulfed by his flame