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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Jun 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.09.22.32.22613]] |
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Sourwood hunger is powerful strong, the sweet that you crave when the hours grow long, the sticky sweet bliss you can feel to the soul, grown from love deeper that has its own toll. Sourwood hunger, a drizzle of you when no other honey will ever quite do, it's dark and it's sweet and when spead on my skin i shiver and quiver and long to begin. Sourwood hunger is blazing inside, the kiss that you left there is something I hide. And when I pretend that I really don't burn, the sourwood hunger will surely return. So feed me my darling, the taste of your skin, let me sip freely of what you begin, Now taste what you've made from my sweetest core--- know Sourwood hunger, like never before. |