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Tasting

                                                                  

 

Probing to touch my taste buds, with your tongue,

Explore the origins of my torrid primal instincts,

Stimulate the deepest, most intimate urges of my libido,

 

You penetrate to the core of my blood, my mind, my soul,

Expose me to the generative force in the cosmos,

Which, in the beginning, shaped us, from the void,

 

Then blessed us, with a sense of everlasting evanescence,

Such that infinity, eternity, afterlife could exist,

As a tantalizing possibility of God's serendipity.

 

Tonight, distant from you, Linda, missing you, insatiably,

I sense your tongue tasting the sap of my buds,

And to you, freely, I surrender my succulent love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        

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