I don’t know
If it is the taste or touch
I love so much
When I get to that place
Where and when I can,
The lingering on my lips
Like the taste of honey,
Only twice as sweet,
The supple embrace
Of it against me
Hers on mine,
Parting slightly
To admit me,
To allow me to taste something
Deeper, like dipping myself
Into thick warm syrup
So I cannot tell
If it is the taste or touch
I love so much,
Or how she simply
Consumes me,
Takes me in,
Keeps me there,
Despite my pushing and pulling
In what makes love feel so good
And taste so sweet
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