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Click hereAlmond lingers on my tongue,
still I sip from your sweet lying lips--
addicted to the taste of false freedom.
The Reaper, smiles in your kiss,
witness it in my morals gasping.
But slow death is easy to ignore.
Still I sip--
and in between your come and goes,
wait impatiently to ask for more.
My bad.Heehee, Thanks LeBroz for the correction. Good thing I didn't work arsenic into the poem, yes? Drat, that play, for always making that the poison that pops into my head. Haha.:D ~D.
Right idea from Tess; nasty little relationship portrayed here, though the poison isn't arsenic, it's cyanide that's got the bitter almond-like taste.
Isn't it arsenic that tastes of almonds? Bitter little poem. I like the way it hints and yet reveals.
Tess
but this is good, too! Your poem has been reviewed and recommended in the New Poems Reviews thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thank you for the read! :-)