How might your innocence taste
lingering in the depths of my mind
How might your flavor hold up
after all this length of time.
Every thought your way
from the tip of my tongue
strikes a chiming ding
as if a bell had rung
Every salacious thought
a recall of passion's flow
is but another of your gifts
I have so learned to know.
Nothing short of ecstasy
runs within my soul
when the innocence of you
lets me take its hold.
If it wasn't so late
I'd dive in your sea
swim myself to heaven
thru all your ecstasy
Del Cano 2006 May
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