Taste - Poem by Solene O'Brien
You taste like purple, electric sounds
I feel the senses, dripping, straight from my mouth.
You taste like cologne, and hot worn jeans
My darling take them off, in this heat for me.
You taste like Texas, and you may see
That i'm protective, of you, darling honey.
Your skin is sweet, all vanilla things
I breathe you in, and it's purple that I see.
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