PreTilitaull
Craving something sweet
she sought me
Her need to be satisfied
More and more
Of which I gave her
She held my hand
And asked for more
Oh when she comes
We seek each other
A crowded room
For us to share
I speak in vow
Of us together
Flowers of a Romantic bloom
Craving her
We dance together
I censor words
Of what we do
Mixing tea with
Nutt liquor
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2024
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