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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