When Summer Comes Around

She looks at me, like i want to eat the heart  
from her chest.  
I dont, that wasn't my first option from the menu.  
Though i often wondered what she'd taste like.  
 
Beneath her flowing red hair,  
i could see the pulse on her neck, abnormally beating as she attempted to read the thoughts filling my head.  
 
Summer, a beauty i wanted to consume every
inch of,  
devour her pale flesh,  
an intoxication not meant for me.  
But there she was.  
 
She smelled of sun ripened peaches,  
of something deeper,  
of something raw, something aching to be tasted.  
My fingers twitched, imagining how her skin might feel beneath them,  
how heat might bloom where my teeth sank in.  
 
Summer, a feast I should never indulge in,  
leaning closer, reckless, daring.  
Her breathing frantic beneath her porcelain flesh,  
she begged to be taken, to be devoured,  
a silent plea wrapped in trembling anticipation.  
 
She did not run.  
She did not resist.  
She only gasped as I leaned in,  
teeth grazing her skin,  
lips hovering at the edge of sin,  
ready to consume her whole.  
But scared to lose the friendship we have.