I lie back and sprinkle tiny flower petals on my neck and shoulder.
I tell him they are edible. “Come have a taste.”
He licks them off of me, planting a trail of quick wet kisses until he reaches my mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip.
“Don’t stop,” I say, but he’s convulsing, his eyes bulging, veins in his neck popping. He stumbles backward, gasping for air, and then I remember.
I’m laughing as his mouth struggles to form an answer. I close it, and his eyes too, as his body starts to go still.
© Nortina Simmons