SWEET
Kiss of the bone-tingling flicker,
Racing to my skin
Flash of the mind-turning sensation,
Thrillingly akin
Each tang satisfies keenly,
And sends me to my safe haven
Stashes me away from wretchedness,
Ensnaring me in a bogus paradise
SALTY
A pungent flash surfing in lethargy,
Taste of both sharpness and neutrality
Smoothly flowing with the sea,
A combination of the feeble and the sturdy
An evidence of the veiled harmony,
A cryptic piece overlooked by many
For them salty simply means salty,
And not a gentle strike of energy
SOUR
Biting sensation of the dry white burgundy,
This is sourness for many
Deemed stale and fusty,
Crumples even the most beautiful face in history
A true striking taste, it is
Even causes crease in mere smelling
But indeed a quick nibble
Of the dilemma lifes offering
BITTER
Massive feeling of discomfort and animosity,
Exasperating burden without a variety
Acerbic fire penetrating each of the senses,
Taking one to the cave of hatred
Seclusion of the delightful bliss,
Towing your ecstasy into the abyss
Trapping you in great despair,
Poisoning the euphoric sweet éclair














