v. taste
oh, how she tasted, he could never be sated.
she was no less than the first drop of water to touch a stray's lips,
she was like a bitter, bitter truth,
and a sweet, sweet lie all at once,
she was like the aroma of a cold revenge,
and the feel of love,
like a raspberry sauce, sliding over his tongue,
like a pinch of salt when she bit his lip,
like a spice that bewitched his senses
and a sour that he could not stomach;
it was as if he could savour her forever,
for she was the kind he could love senselessly.
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Senselessly
Poetrys e n s e l e s s l y she looked like a beauty, she smelled like cheap perfume, she sounded like a melody, she felt like fire, she tasted like a bliss; and he, he was utterly and completely hers. Evelyn Summers 20/1/17 ©_screamer 2017
