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Don't forget the seasons past. You'll drown in regret. A simple poem, strung together from loose images in my head and then transformed into words.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Words: 81 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-14-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2741485
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Allow me to conquer you.
To strip away your layers like
bark from a svelte, willowy tree.
To pluck your waxy wings
from your shoulder blades.
To scoop up your soul with
the tip of my tongue.
I want to taste it all.
To nip at the skin on the
back of your neck.
To run my lips against your
back, to catch that bead of sweat.
To delve into your essence
and truly feel your being.
Allow me to remember.
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