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By splatipus Date: 2002 Jul 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.06.19.55.4564]] |
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Your love entices. Your forbidden fruit, Juicy and tenderly ripe, Beckons me forward To taste it. Oh, that first taste. So spicy, yet sweet. The irrepressible need To keep tasting, Again, and again Your smell, Your cinnamon musk, That I breathe into my core As we slowly, deeply Kiss.....then devour. As we succumb Indulging aching desire We recklessly abandon All thought, and remorse For tomorrow. |