beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Kiss

Your voice

Sounding like it’s

Underwater

Suckling like

A loving snake bite

Pinned beneath my kiss

My lips swimming

Within the sweet wine rivers

Of your skin

Flat tongued caresses

Casting spells into your

Flesh

As a gourmet on their deathbed

Dreams of a perfect final meal

The urge to live

And die in this raw, delicious

Moment

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