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Each new glace

Stronger than the last

It’s a full-blown addiction

I just don’t know it yet

Maybe I never will, after all

We haven’t so much as spoken  

At least to each other

Yet- I hear your moist whispers

Echoing chills down my spine

As I drown in your perfume

Sitting on the fray of your dialogue  

Slip sliding on your silky words

Visionary fingers wander blindly

Emotional flares heighten

But your rose-colored lips

Would cut away…my last resistance


Poet of the Light © 2022


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