Taste of Grit
You think that you can see the lines encasing
Our past exploits from when you called my name?
Well, here we still remain; forever chasing
When I consent to play your charming game.
Perhaps it is a test of my devotion?
I'd journey far beyond those urban streets
If only I could set those gears in motion
With you; although the sunlight now depletes.
I do not fear the air that fills my lungs;
The cold that carries your sweet fallacy.
I long for creamy nights and writhing tongues
For last time, summer never set me free.
But let me see the glisten of your spit.
Leave me to contemplate the taste of grit.
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