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Perhaps I would be guessing but
Would it be wrong to query
That you know nothing of your delicious scared kisses
Or the sneer marks they made
Perhaps I would be guessing
From ripest insides,
Feelings know desire
But you know nothing of the beguiling marks you left
There will forever be a mark on that dip abreast my shoulder
For which you claimed
Where your lips graced my skin
As well as inside
A place you called yours that I held so dear
And you claimed I was to let no other hold so near
As to be your own, or ours devote in passionate reminiscence
A place of anamnesis for all that was precious
On that special place tender soulful and smooth
Where the bone curves and leaves a dip
A millpond has formed
in bitter sweet memory of all that was gratified.