Savory

savory the soft pressing of your lips

they parted perfectly

in rapture aglow

entwined like a vine

swallowed tears to grow

by what is now mine

your little touch

centuries slow

a parade perhaps

off to and fro

oh dear praised one

peppered by colored art

pasty as a springtime tart

meadow capped tips your fingers were dressed

they danced in a weave pawing at my chest

fables scribbled by an early morning candles breath

it was almost as f*****g wonderful as the one you clothed the words

"I'm ready"

in

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