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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.30.16.21.1086]] |
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Your lips are a delicacy, a rarely offered pout Mortal men crave your taste and fiercely cry out Once infected with your touch, no man can recover To be consumed and devoured, as such, by another Only you break bonds that are desperate to hold With each new lover, wanton passion is more bold How can one intoxicate with such unmeasured bliss Rapture and freedom, felt in this devils sweetest kiss I am fearful of each word and my place in each part For if I fail to satisfy, a year of agony upon my heart |