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She tasted like a memory sweet
Was that strawberry upon her lips?
Like the ripe fruit we shared while picking
The luscious juice from her chin drips
Teasingly removed by my tongue’s flicking
Was that strawberry upon her lips?
Or was it just a dream?
Padre
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: “she tasted like memory” [used as a beginning rather than an ending]
Padre's Ramblings 