1. 21
    Oct

    Rambling…

    A mouth, a kiss, a lick around forbidden perimeters.  I taste of your years embedded on your lips - they sing of things you could never say…

    A nibble on your ears…to hear what you translated into art bleeds the sounds in my heart into dark ink strokes on your page.

    Melted chocolate - your eyes dance of forbidden sugar waterfalls and I fall to the bottom, making mockery of a meanderance, weak.

    I dare to dream to lie in your fluids - thigh-bound and heaven-crunched shudders, and crave to drive your shoulders away from me, above me….

    Before I bring them back again, for dig-in…

    I dip myself in Tabasco for you to drip in.

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