Full – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing risque, nothing gained.” Alexander Woollcott

Full

She was divine and 
I wanted to devour her then,
she read my thoughts with 
a smile and invited me to sip,
but I drank her down in full
draughts till the juice ran
over my lips.


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