Savoring her sweetness,
The very nectar taken from
her vine,
Can make me giddy with
delight
As I sip tasty droplets of her
wine.
Never wanting to take more
Than she may yield up
willfully
Lest her taste be bitter from
The sin of immaturity.
Waiting oh, so patiently for
Sunlight's rain to fill her
heart
With sweet seductive fullness
That her shapes and colorings
impart.
Longing for her gentle touch
Upon my shoulder, on my nape,
Instilling wide emotions that
My flustered heart cannot
escape.
But she has chosen someone
else
And I'm alone at close of
day.
So, I console myself that she
Was likely sour anyway.
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