Bleeding warm and sensuous
Down your supple throat
Words screaming memorial to a lie
Nevertheless, I press my mouth to your lips
And lick poison from your undulating tongue
Words can miss the perfection of true love
But I will speak anyway in silence
Lovers amiss still have loved in pain
Erotic dreams call to me like the ocean to the land
Extending fingers then receding in the distance
In between, we still remain in phantom ecstasy
As night becomes day
So even the most ardent lovers move on
Except perhaps in the memory
Of this kiss.
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