Edible Is Love
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And some are salt, and some are honey,
Some stay poor, and some want money,
Some love to lay you;
Some just lay there
Some rise above you,
Some only stare.
Some are friendless, some are needy,
Some for climax, much too greedy;
Some, I love to make them wait;
Some, myself anticipate
A giving lover's always best;
A taking lover, put to test.
Honey sweet and tangy salt;
Neither one, I'll ever fault:
But the nectar'd food you can't despise
Comes out of your lover's eyes.
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