it's fruitless to hope
to wonder what your lips might taste like
do they taste like what I call you?
honey dripping from the comb to the grass
such questions don't matter
you've got you own love
and I've got my own
but my mind can't leave it-
what you might taste like
does your complexion give any hints?
cinnamon and sugar textured on my tongue
I shouldn't ask these questions
but I wish I could find out the answers
and savor every moment
but
...I just...
can't
because I've got my love
and you've got yours
but I can't help wondering about
what you might taste like

02/14/2001

Author's Note: about Ricky.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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