Killer
I wondered!
How touches “How can it…? ”
I stared, some question:
“Be so good…? ”
She looked back
Her eyes gazed at my lips
(Searching for our last kiss)
I went on:
“Be tasty as it was; the touch of our skins? ”
It was sweet, far better than sugar.
It was rich; pomegranate squeezed.
It was killer; as opium or morphine.
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