Lawrence S. Pertillar
That Exquisiteness Becomes Missed - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Even in the midst of shifts,
One providing a true substance known...
Becomes accustomed to this,
After a craving fulfilled has satisfied...
The hunger of those tongues addicted to licking lips.
And will not drift too far...
Will be that one qualified to supply fresh tasty bits.
When that exquisiteness becomes missed, again.
With a wish admitted to taste a flavor...
Only one can whip to savor.
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