Your Taste



You are dark and scathing
hinting at forgotten pleasure
bribing my subconscious
beneath a cloak of sultry red still
you continue to whisper my name.

Tempting rogue
you alone know how to
twist my desire
and color my lust.

I am a nun
and solitary.

This phase will
forge
my chain
secure my allegiance
rebuild a bold character
and transform my prison
but I shall die
before I
forget
your taste.

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