Incurable
Our lips barely touch.
I breath in the taste of you.
You linger on the tip of my tongue.
Softly brush the edges of my sentiment.
Near enough to touch yet out of my grasp.
Off limits. Forbidden. Not allowed.
Futile sweet captivation.
I am utterly without cure.
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