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Feb 18
Corners of his mouth
pulled up like a Bentley
blaring music:
MAN!
His lips had so much to say.
If I could touch them,
I'd be lashed
brass knuckle tongue.
Blades for teeth to bite
DOWN
on the lyrics of
my name.
So sweet it does sound
dripping like syrup from
his lips.
His smile as he calls my name
makes my heart
FEEL
his happiness.
Fruity tang of insults
yet to be spoken
because he knows to be
sweet to me.
And his teeth remind me of the
SWEET
release of sleep.

I've yet to touch them,
But plenty of his smile stays with me
far longer than skin cells of
lust
or
love
AND THAT
is fine.
Smothered Divinity
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