Swaying on weak knees
that you once knew.
Leggs that knocked together
you out grew.
Moist lips are perfumed spray.
A kiss I savored every day
lips that feel
my tongue within a kiss, I
dreamed and
always dreaming,
dreamers, dream such from a kiss.
Shifting as I shift I feel you shift
from one leg to the other.
Swaying as you swayed and
swinging as you sway I think.
Patals on a rose will one day fade.
A rose in bloom, why lips like
yours can't always taste the same.
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