Once More

I want to taste the skin of just one more
One woman who has dreamed there’d come a day
When someone would release her, through her door
Then hand in hand we’d kiss and run away
I know a lot of places we could run
then sit and feel each other, hand to hand
by lake or hillside, talking one to one
clean free of expectations or demand
I only want to give her all of me
I only want to take what she will give
I want to call it love if she’ll agree
That loving is the “what” she wants to live
I want to taste her mouth and all it’s skin
I want to let her take me slowly in.

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