Taste of a Soul
When you kiss me,
I can feel my soul,
How it creeps
Up my throat,
A tongue of flame;
It plays with yours
Where our lips meet-
And the taste
Of your soul...
The taste...
I think it shines.
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
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