HEATHER
Delicious more and more!
Over and over do I revel in the sweet of your countenance.
My entire being the sensory gland of taste.
Flooding, running, and spilling over the delight of your flavors.
I focus hard this lingering stain of pleasantry, full joy.
Saturating my form it’s memory long should ever last
the total of my unknown number of day’s remain.
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