Vanilla Coke

You love me like a soda,
I’ll let you bite at the back 
of my throat and slide 
languidly in-between my gums. 

I can’t be bothered to notice 
how easily I’ve grown accustomed 
to your fleeting taste. 
That same syrupy sweetness that
makes an addict of my tongue 
and brings my senses to a blaze. 

But I still hear that distant warning,
Like a childhood memory on repeat:
‘If you’re not careful,
It’ll rot your teeth, too.’

BIATA

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