Aftertaste

Wash me clean of my past.
Wash the taste of my ex out of my mouth,
So my voice only carries your name on my tongue.
And I’ll yell my love for you at the top of my lungs,
But whisper it to you in a language only you understand.
Make me a sinner the way you bite my lip,
But forgive those sins each and every time you kiss me.

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