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Feb 2019
Drip drip drip,
My love slides between your lips.
Sweet honey,
Your hands, soft on my hips.
Don’t waste it,
My mom would tell me not to waste it.
Hazy in your love,
Do you like the taste of it?
Your skin with drops of cold night dew.
A whisper to myself
I won’t tell you but, I like the taste of you
Written by
Savanna  21/F/Guelph Ontario
(21/F/Guelph Ontario)   
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