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Kissing your granny goodnight and she slips you the tongue.
 Jun 2015 Nevermore
CA Guilfoyle
The mad allure
the bite, the cure
haste and taste of you
splendorous kiss
sudden slip, we drip
wet in rivulets
of sweat

Our flaming fire
swallowed by desire
a gathering storm
so calmly warm, just before
the fall, the come hither call
that pours and pours
drops of diaphanous rain
Forget French,
Kindness is the language of love.
~  <3  ~
 Jun 2015 Nevermore
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You and I are an unfinished poem.
There's so much more to say,
we could have been
the sweetest story written on crumpled papers
and heard on gratifying mouths,
but unfinished poems are;
just left unsaid and undone.
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