May 2014
I am forgetting
the taste
of her lips,
her pleasant contours,
the way she held me
giving her all,
it's been
far too long
& it's slowly
killing me,
if she
only knew.
the taste
of her lips,
her pleasant contours,
the way she held me
giving her all,
it's been
far too long
& it's slowly
killing me,
if she
only knew.
(GRB090423)
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