🐈‍⬛ I Miss The Taste Of Her 🐈‍⬛ Poem by James McLain

🐈‍⬛ I Miss The Taste Of Her 🐈‍⬛

The dusk of evening softly sighs,
Her fragrance lingers in the tree's,
A fleeting warmth, a sweet surprise,
Like honeyed drops from cherry trees.

I miss her taste, the tender wine,
Her lips a nectar I adored,
Now bitter is the fruit I find,
In memories, my heart is still finds.

Oh, for one more sip, one kiss,
To drink the love that I still miss.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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