By Van Lam Nguyen.
|Michelle's the best I ever
Inside her lips there's chocolate wine.
Condemned to be apart, I've missed
Her body ripening on the vine.
Each memory of her's a dream,
Like love unraveled from its spool,
Leaving lust without the gleam:
Even rapture can be cruel.
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