I felt the taste of jasmine on your lips
I felt the sway of lovers , in your hips
I felt I knew you yesterday, though we had never met
I felt I haven’t tasted of , what I will taste of yet
I know the coil of anguish in ones eyes
I know your smile, reaches to your thighs
I want to kiss the starting point & end between the
finish
I know until these wants are met, your lure will not
diminish
I wish that I could touch your face, & it would touch
your heart
I wish that I could make your bed, & then tear it apart
I’m jealous of the Sandman, who guards your sleep with
lust-filled eyes
I’m murderous with hatred, towards your one-night valentines
I close my eyes and sense you are
Surrendering your will
I take this chance, to steal romance
Though it is never real . . . .
& I felt I tasted jasmine on your lips
I felt my soul explode beneath your hips
I often think of what I truly missed
A vision, unaware, that we once kissed
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