miniature morsels

your voice was dipped, steeped in a bass ochre syrup, until it soaked up the richness of honey and honesty and sharpness of nutmeg and cinnamon 

 

it satiated my cravings for that cloying taste i wandered, searched aimlessly for

 

i was forever ingratiated with the smallest tastes i could have of you in the private nights where we indulged in an almost forbidden sampling of each other

 

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