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Apr 2016
lips like a ripe plum, so juicy.
my mouth waters, begging
for a taste.
i would **** the nectar
from your skin.
each sip would be sweeter
than the one before.
i would drink you like fruit juice,
and i wouldn't stop

until the sugar
made my teeth rot.
Cweeta Cwumble
Written by
Cweeta Cwumble
     Cweeta Cwumble and Jimmy Hegan
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