Love · Poetry

Lips

They taste of salt
Tears
A fire that is desperate
They taste like cherries
Innocent
Like you’ve loved once
But have forgotten how
So perfectly shaped
They call to me
When you press your lips against mine
It can paralyze
But keep me alive

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