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Sweet love.

I can taste it.
Want pooling in the curve of my tongue,
sensually saccharine.
Each inhalation
filling me with nectar
harvested from my flowering.
It binds itself to my being,
oranamenting arteries
with glucosamine tendrils.
Every sigh
a mellifluous strain,
a honeyed beseeching.
Watch, how it envelops my senses.
This potent elixir.
This sweet love.
 
 
FeeJones 1/3/2016

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