you weren't wondering what asmoraius tastes like, but that's okay, because i was. here u go
he tastes like green wheat in the sun, like the hot damp earth painting their knotted fingers, like fresh sweat on old linen
he tastes like fall, sticky figs and honey in the corners of his lips, the wine on his breath a libation over their offered flesh
he tastes like salt and oil, red fruit juices on his cheek, gristle and spice between his teeth
he tastes like human-bacon grease and cherry chapstick, until his lip splits under their teeth, spilling fire and copper and brimstone over their tongue
he tastes like shampoo and vaseline, hairspray and lipstick, like a dirty knife with the silver and steel hooked through his mouth
he tastes like sleep, like rain, like beer, like blood, like the dmv carpet, like misroch's office chair, like cigarettes in bed, like a G flat major chord
like nothing else