your wish of me

 


to over stand Gods plan

an idea so close upon my tongue

my taste buds tickle yet very fickle

wondering why the flavor insists

granting my wish for tasting a kiss

beautiful lines acting on time

bridging flavors oh how I savor 

rising my hands to the sky 

opening mouth for each rain drop 

for quenching my thirst

and loving me first

may your wish of me be your intuition










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