Ambrosia
I suckled on the nectar
Which exuded from her lips
Too me it was ambrosia
Running down my fingertips
‘Twas finer than any wine
From any fruit of the vine
And I could hardly believe
That this goddess was all mine
How can one express with words
Such a delectable taste
As a maiden who is fair
Gentle delicate and chaste
Edwin Tanguma ©
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