Melting quick, like chocolate in summer,
Smeared on hands, enrobed in sweat,
Sticky, sweet and salty,
It becomes like glue, cloying me.
Blending into a nothing shape,
I feel the life go out of me,
A dissolving sticky mass,The taste is still there, but it is blurred.
Everything I have for you stains my hands and clothes,
My mind is discolored, permanently tinted,
It can't be rubbed off,
It's not so sweet when I taste my fingers.