Your Taste


Red wine maturing in oak barrels
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You are dark and scathing

hinting at forgotten pleasure

bribing my subconscious

beneath a cloak of sultry red still

you continue to whisper my name.

 

Tempting rogue

you alone know how to

twist my desire

and color my lust.

 

I am a nun

and solitary.

 

This phase will

forge

my chain

secure my allegiance

rebuild a bold character

and transform my prison

but I shall die

before I

forget

your taste.


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