The Slowest Taste Rondine
The slowest taste of perfect lips,
a french twist on sweet devotion.
Savor every ounce of passion,
careful with those sumptuous drips.
You’ll fall harder as your heart skips,
with that staunch lament explosion.
The slowest taste
becomes more intense with fine nips.
Locked within my future’s vision
repeating now with this motion.
Nothing quite like when a storm rips,
the slowest taste.
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