Begetting Winds
The girls all leaned inland farther from their hearts, away from the prevailing winds of the boy with the sweet tongue.
He ripped everything out of them.

The taste of him on their tastebuds was electrifying, sometimes they wondered if it was even real.
But it was.
It was a blazing sweetness that left an ache on their tongues.
He was untamed, praised.
And when he left, these girls hearts softened but in the night they were filled with pounding rage.