A Taste

A Taste

By Allie Marie

We’re young

– not free.

Your hand on the small of my back

steals a sneaky taste

of what we’ve been taught

that this can’t last.

I’m not what you want,

but I feel I’ve been caught.

I’m here at the wrong time 

stuck like freckle in your mind.

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