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Nov 2013
We, all have done it.
Asked for taste of that.
Just to sample it.

We , all have that inquisitive mind.
To try things.
Even things that we know will leads to trouble.
But that's us.
We do that with this thing call love.
Even if it's just physical.

A good food smell that attracts us.
Even with medicine that's made to heal us.

We even know that not all things are good for us.
But a taste of love, is a different matter.
With it, we get teased.
With it, we get pleased.
We want a taste of that.
Now and forever more.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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