It's All Changed , and Nothing's ...
More pompous than my thoughts.
Don't , kiss me....
For, although I feel, the .....hunger.
You'll not,..... smell .... the same !
Don't, hold me, close ..,..nor,
whisper...... Sweetly.
Of my name.
I'll feel, your body's...... heat!
And you are delicate,.....soft, to the touch.
But, however much, I want you.
You won't,
taste
the same...
Giajl © Jim Love