You smell of not quite flowers,
Like fine milled soap,
And taste-
God, but if I could remember.
So fast,
Timid, skittish kiss
A second’s warmth
And breath.
I could love you,
Lost in your hidden glances,
Your frightened eyes.
I could teach you passion,
Ease you through my lips
I could take you,
Force so gently,
Break as you have pled
And leave you only tastes
And an empty bed.

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