It's like when you say the sacred word
that I love and never miss,
that keeps my soul stirred,
even if for others it's just a hiss.
It's too much, too little and it's what I breathe
trying to keep your taste at tip tongue
crowned in tasteful wreath
for ever so long...
You just have to come over and lean
so as to voicelessly whisper
I have always been a queen
and the wish for the consort throne is within the heart of but a keeper.
We kiss and again kiss
and I cannot help feeling
or embracing the bliss -
I do know, but don't mind life's meaning.
28/11/2017
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