Sometimes I feel like I could lick you,
Sugary,
Tempting,
Slightly sticky,
Off my fingertips.
Like I should taste you,
Sinful,
Precious,
Lingering forever,
On my tender lips.
I feel like I should feel you,
Touch me,
Caress me,
Holding me,
At the end of every day.
I know that I should love you,
Forever,
Endless,
Unconditionally,
For all the delicious things you say.
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