If he smokes cigarettes

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
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