Tasting Bliss
It's not the fruit forbidden to me
that brings me to my knees in bliss.
On wings of joy,not hit or miss.
It's pure love when I taste your kiss
so incandescent,strong and free.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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