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Rated: E · Other · Emotional · #1222185
short poem
And, he tasted like red wine
like a warm day in February
like freedom and fear
like regret and anticipation
like release
like exceeded expectations.
He tasted like everything I had ever wanted
but, too impatient to wait for.
I had been asleep, covered
with the heavy blanket of denial
Until this very moment.
So, now what?
I can't forget you when you touch me
Like that.
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