This is our last kiss,my dearest Poppy,
my tolerance
and patience pushed
by the taste
of your metallic lips.
My exotic temptress
velvet mornings
chasing beetles
eastern healing
my heart yielding
days of emptiness.
Days I’ll miss
just wasting
time on our own
surreal and tranquil
tar bliss reverie;
but we’ve grown apart
dear mistress.
So, one last kiss
before my wish
to taste freedom
free of you golden ‘cuffs
that cost so much
more than money.
This is our last kiss
sweet seductive
temptress.
Goodbye.
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