Syrup
Goddess in disguise,
with lips of sensual
compassion, encased with
the
sweetness of sappy syrup,
watering my eyes
with cascades of waterfall tears.
One kiss - and her viscous lips
of sweet syrupy sappy bliss,
and the cascades play a melody
that only play when my eyes
are closed -
dazed in her disguise.
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