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My lips were stained with cherry juice,
His kisses stole from me the truth.
I yearned for more & more each day.
His kisses took my pain away.
In the morning when he had left, I was surprised, to find I was not bereft.
For me the difference between love and lust is, he left me whole and not so lost.

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I go through phases a few times a year when I write lots of poems and haiku. They are sometimes good, sometimes bad and almost always rhyming.:cool:
 

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