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Taste Of New

I percieved you the first time
And I felt a slight osculating touch
The touch of desire and passion
I feel in love with you
The body of your movement was seraphic
That was the taste of new beauty

I built up the nerve to ask you
Asking you questions of curiousity
Forming a barrier to fond you crimson
I know I am in deep fervor for you
Because I never felt like this before
That was the taste of new confession

I ran up your spine, just to feed you tingles
Mysterious, that term can dexcribe you
But that is what drove me to you, and you to I
I am passion, I am love for your caress
Lascivious is my dream, and you are my angel
That was the taste of new invitation

I asked you for one moment of love
In return you gifted me with a moment of lust
And I felt heat from your sweat
The laces of your honey breasts were soft as replies
But I found out that we were meant, when I ate you
That was the taste of new orgasm

You betrayed me with condolences
Void love and dictating lust
Playing me in a scorning world of hate
But I found serenity
I had to end it all, because of you, Lady of Death
That was the taste of new suicide

Author notes

This poem is about the "love at first sight" side of love. Whenever it does exist, it ends in betrayal, tragedy, and even in death. The woman depicted in this poem was Death itself (in this cse herself). A small twist never hurts. Enjoy...
Written December 11th, 2005

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  • SixtySevenMustang
    December 11, 2005
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    This was an awesome write, my friend. I liked the way that you made Death seem as if it was a real person. Personification of death, and awesome awesome write.