No sense wasting all this wanting.
Dragging our tongues,
Along lines of sucrose.
Lemon-Miracle Fruit.
Sour-Sweet.
Lost somewhere between.
Need,
I merely fill.
Want,
Offers chances to play.
Dance!
Frolic.
Until the end comes,
As all good things must endure.
Interlapping beginnings & endings,
Forever.
Sour-Sweet.
