One More Taste
By redmoon
Drop you knife, stop your hate; collect my tears- sell them as ocean water. All I want is a taste. Another taste of your saltiness, of your bitterness. I crave you as I always have, if not more now than usual. I've never felt like this before you- I fear you realize this. If you do- you'd know how infactuated I've become. HOw sureal my world is when I think of you. Keep your distance- you'll be proud of yourself when it's over. I can almost hear you reject me already. I just crave one more taste. One more moan of your satisfaction.does it flow? does it make any sense at all? Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 10:27 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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