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Feb 2015
33
33 words placed by your amazing tongue,
Melting together one by one.
33 words straight from your core,
Whispered on bare skin I want more.
33 words mixed with your soothing voice,
In each and every syllable I shall rejoice.
33 words dripping down my spine,
Slowly tracing their path until they meet mine.
33 vertebrae waiting for your precious voice...
I can only surrender I have no other choice.
Clair Meyrick
Written by
Clair Meyrick  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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