Saccharine

he sits next to me  
and smiles  
I lower my head  
this does not dissuade him  
as he asks,  
"is there meaning to life?"  

from there,  
the conversation drags  
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 collide  
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 is allowed to go  
 
he makes the journey  
feeling what his kisses  
have done to me  
he puts his hand to my mouth  
as I drink  
the holy water  
from his fingers  
 
he throws his head back  
as his eyes shut  
and a soft groan escapes  
from his throat  
a smile breaks  
across my face  
as I coyly say,  
"that is my answer  
to your question."