red as love
more than the roses
cloying
my sense of taste
and smell
to such an attractive
fruit
ornate luxuriously appealing
enriched
desire of strawberry
days
your lips and nipples
touching my lips
savor this
delicious feeling
of love
i could have forgotten
but not
brave enough
strawberry fields
spreading under the sun
on cold days
of my wasted youth
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