A taste of foreign saliva sticks
On these dry, parched lips
Unsatisfied by few more licks.
Vibrant heart drum for war
While the skin doth sweat spits
In a humid warmth of summer.
Muscles aches, pain and joy,
Legs threaten fall in their numb;
Mind goes blank: nature's ploy.
Frantic breathes out and in,
Satisfied self, head to shin.
Perhaps love is like a good run.
Wren
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