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I'LL TASTE

I'll taste your sweet lips
and run my fingers through your hair
Enjoying the lively warmth I am
but it ends all too soon
I wake from this dream to find

your hair

Cold hands
untouched sheets and
      sterile lips

Silver pain pangs
    unwanted life
      Forms
fill this out and you will be matched

No no darling not an ending dream
I want to make these resting hours full
Flesh warm touch pink and white
Breathe a deep breath

Come true to me
for I long to taste your sweet lips
and run my fingers through your hair

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