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PiecesPiece by piece,
My heart chips apart.
It's criminal,
To be this human...
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Sweet CravingsMost of the time,
I don't need you.
Most of the time,
I don't crave you.
Most of the time,
I am not drawn to you
like a smile to a pair of plump rose colored lips.
But there are days, times, hours, torture filled
m o m e n t s
when you call to me
when you tempt me
when I know nothing will satiate
like you.
The simple, undiluted, unvarnished truth
is this-
I love the way you taste.
The instant I bring you to my mouth,
and slip you gently past my lips
(seduction)
when your flavor bursts and develops upon my tongue
I am lost in need so great,
one I am desperate for only you to quench,
I am a wayward angel lost in paradise.
You are unique.
You are mine.
dark
white
creamy milk
specifics an
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Spectrum
Spectrum
You are the red of my sunset.
Without it, my sunset is pale.
You belong to the spectrum that cannot breathe without your existence.
One light amongst the pathway--
A fire amidst the dark;
And you belong to the radiance that exists within a single spark.
A dusk without your bleu is no dusk at all but grey.
To see the stars blink into life without that touch beneath-
Gets lost within the quay.
Feeling faint without your brightness;
A shade without your hue.
Needing your green to grow
In a place where only blackness grew.
I'm lost within this winter here without your sun
To warm me.
Fading within this dying light missing your
Vibrant orange.
I sense the coming of sunrise with eyes closed tight I feel
The heat of gold and shimmerings
In the dance to which you reel.
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