The Taste of Regret
Moan my name from your tiresome lips
Breathe that heated ecstasy onto my distracted tongue
so I can cool you off.
Your open mouth yearning for touch
While every inch of your trembling body
lingered on my aching bones.
I can still taste the regret on your lips.
Copyright © Leslie Moser | Year Posted 2016
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