Taste is 5 letters long and
I'm feeling all 5 senses on my tongue
Your refreshing lips
Your porcelain smooth fetish of my aches harbors
Your calls echoing and waving into the bay between my ports
The sight up to the sunlight blossoming flowers in your rolled eyes.
The blues and white foam breathing into me.
I want you how you want me.
In between gasping for truth.
Blitzing language and foreign words only your body can understand with my mouth.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Taste is 5 letters long and
I'm feeling all 5 senses on my tongue
Your refreshing lips
Your porcelain smooth fetish of my aches harbors
Your calls echoing and waving into the bay between my ports
The sight up to the sunlight blossoming flowers in your rolled eyes.
The blues and white foam breathing into me.
I want you how you want me.
In between gasping for truth.
Blitzing language and foreign words only your body can understand with my mouth.
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