Steak, taste
Rub, taste
Smell, taste
See, taste
Her forehead, taste
Her sprays, taste
The see, taste
A heightening taste
The short, taste
My taste,
She tastes.
The washing, taste
The land, taste
The veggies, taste
The after taste
Walking, taste
Leaving, taste
An attacking on the sense,
The clouds,
The hills,
Feels good to be there.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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