Achingly
Sweet
It burns
Like ice
A touch as soft
As a sledgehammer
To my brain
The signal it sends
Is sweet surrender
And proud conquest
Our lips meet
And never stop
Many indeed called
But I Know
Whom She has chosen
I wear her brand
From her tongue’s sweet fire
Others may wish
And rant and desire
But
I
alone
know
Her
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