Her kiss left me breathless
Wanting more
I come back, again and again
She, like an insatiable whore
Deepening herself further
and further
Ingraining her fluid in my being.
Her kiss made the stars brighten -
a cliché, but true.
That night I became a poet again -
Only our lips touched
But our minds fucked
And our senses flowed.
Her tongue found its way
The softest groan – the strongest aphrodisiac
but I had to go.
I left a past and her behind
I had to go. Because the telephone would
never stop its searching,
questioning
ring.

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