tasting words

words flowed from his inkwell
flooding corners of my yellowing paper
tired lines adorned
with pleasantly succulent promises
peppered with love soaking through his fingertips
gracing thirsty skin,
as sighs escaped my lips


written for maypoeticwings 28/31, “succulent”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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