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Raw Chocolate: A Taste For The Bitter
He tasted like spring smelled that night
his fingers on my lips
Love
left dripping
& hung from an innocent's mouth
That love rewritten on my tongue, bitten through
How I fell into that feeling over & over..
& over..
Until my lungs burst from a breath held too long
waiting
for him to catch up
his fingers on my lips
Love
left dripping
& hung from an innocent's mouth
That love rewritten on my tongue, bitten through
How I fell into that feeling over & over..
& over..
Until my lungs burst from a breath held too long
waiting
for him to catch up
Published 18th Feb 2010
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18th Feb 2010 7:04am
...sensory overload, Lady K - which is a bonus for us all. I just hope all this edging on the max doesn't result in rapid aging for you, but then love can be a healthy yet exhausting pastime as you know for sure. Hope you're well stranger.
