Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Let me dance

I am sweeter then honey
I guess some have a taste for the bitter

Maybe most are addicted 
To the sharp tingle they get 
When someone marches
on their tongue 

Why let someone march
When you could let someone dance 

Maybe they marched until they made you numb

So now you would rather they stomp because the pain of knowing you can't taste my soft sweet footsteps 
Tickling your taste buds 


Is too much to bare 

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