Untruth

It’s much too soon to understand

Why I feel this way

Torture my arousal with a gentle kiss

I know her for a day

Silkworm crafted hair

Color coffee freshly brewed

Agony as I watch in stride

As she sets me in the mood

Lukewarm cappuccino skin

A flavor too rich waits within

I step in her direction

With a light year left to wander

Even now I cannot understand

Why my mind must ponder

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