wanna taste?


could there be anythine more blessed than this breeze?
more sweet and thoughtful than mother nature’s tease?
wicked and mischievous she throws this premature curveball
into our laps and we lap it up in tank tops and sandals
on a night so clean
you can taste the end of it
you know tomorrow won’t last so you let those low-riders ride
and roll up your sleeves
to dig in on this feast for a fleeting, anxious squeeze
tap the tip of your tongue for her
and consciously lose the end of the night
for me


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