Michelle
Michelle's the best I ever
kissed.
Inside her lips there's chocolate
wine.
Condemned to be apart, I've missed
Her
body ripening on the vine.
Each memory of her's a
dream,
Like love unraveled from its
spool,
Leaving lust without the gleam:
Even
rapture can be cruel.
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