The Taste

All that I need

Cheek to cheek
So sweet the taste
Of your face

All I need
To speed the pace
Attain and reign embrace

You in my breathing space

Required acquired taste
This liars desires a waste
And put into place

All for a taste

Together tomorrow
It was all a dream
The Internet sorrow

Read red self esteem

And all that I need
Do continue to eat
To lift up from soil
Fast growing a seed

The poppies I planted
Miss must not concede
With fast efflorescence
Have grown into weeds

Now

All that I need
I’m all for your face
Please fall into me

All for the taste

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