Miss Reminisce: A December

I remember
the tasteful sips
Of our young
teenage lips
Before the tongue of man
had slithered it's way
Drinking sweet lust
until none remained
I remember
timid, trembling hands
That took what was given
With need, not demand
Before beggars
were choosers
And winners
became losers
I remember a December
when our warmth
was enough
When a boy and I
Were young
and made Love
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