One Taste
With one taste of her lips
He scaled mountains
And ran valleys
Forged rivers
Rested in vales
When desire became overwhelming
Fled in turn
Ran with the moon
And trudged under the sun
One thing on his mind
Making it back to that place
Where she imprinted upon him
Lips like blades
Cutting him to the quick
Holding him in stasis
Or setting his pace
From place to place
Ever hoping to be freed
Or absolutely consumed by need
Addiction complete
Never to be released
Chris McQueeney
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