Craving Your rough exterior was so sharp and sour to me. Intense and unforgiving. But as I let you sit on my tongue… Slowly you melted away into something so suddenly sweet. Leaving me with a hunger and only wanting more. November 3, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Blah, Cravings, Does anyone actually read the tags?, Late Night, Meh, Taste, You 23 Comments
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