The Taste Of Love
In days gone by my lips and tongue enjoyed the taste of love,
Right from the lips of lady love herself
The juices which I sampled were like heaven up above
And remain tattooed on my remembrance shelf
It may be simple minded but I can't forget the taste
And many years have come and gone since then
I'd climb the tallest mountain and I'd do it with much haste
For one more chance to taste those lips again
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