I tasted of a man’s lips; to say it was sweet would be deceit.
They left an imprint of which there’s no fading; as yet it seems.
Tingles; thrills; all these I did feel in memory.
In sleep; dazed in sitting; his lips have played their jig.
I cannot forget it; no matter how hard I try and hard have I.
I am in need that’s dire to feel his lips on mine for a little longer than a while.
I have tasted of a man’s lips and I dare of their taste, have I need.
I have to resist for all aside he isn’t free.
A taken man has ensnared me.
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