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Jul 2018
Drunk with my name dripping from your mouth.
Fingers curling as gently push me further south.
Your secret is mine
Safe between my mouth and your waistline.
Carving down your spine
Clashing like the northwest coastline.
Dissolving pieces of you into my shore.
This night is my chance to infect your core.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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