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Passion’s
Lips…
Sweet nectar
of the gods
From
passion’s swollen lips
I taste your
love for what seems like an eternity
Like a wino
on a binge,
Who promises
it’s his last drink
But the
taste is the sweet Devil calling his name
Again and
again he must quench his thirst
From your
throbbing pink lips I taste your love
Sweet, sweet
nectar of the gods.
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