The Taste of Sugar

He sits down
next to me
and smiles.
I lower my head
in reply.  
This does not
dissuade him
as he ask
"Is there meaning to life?"
 
From there,
the conversation lags
as he goes
on and on
about the absence
of objective truth
and how life is
ultimately meaningless.
 
I intently focus
on his mouth
all the while envisioning
how it would
Taste on mine.
he continues to speak,
but I can no
longer bare it.
I put my finger
against his lips,
holding it there
for a few seconds
and say, "If I kiss you,
would you promise
to shut up?"
 
He pauses, barely able
to get another word out
before my lips
are on his.
His mouth yields
and our tongues meet.
he tastes of sugar
and the sweetness
overtakes me as
I dissolve into him.
 
He presses his body
against mine,
moving his hand,
up my thigh
reaching for the
hidden place
no one dares to go.
 
He makes the journey,
feeling what his kisses
have done to me.
His puts his hand
to my mouth
as I drink
the holy water
from his fingers.
 
A smile breaks
across my face
as I coyly say,
"That's my answer
to your question."