TEASING FRUIT
I read palms
With my tongue and lips
Lust full
And think of you
When I make love to peaches
My mouth
Whispers sonnets
The scent of flowers and words
My tongue cannot find
On your lips
Save the bitterness of love and
Aspirin you hid beneath your tongue.
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