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Jul 2021
Your lips

I'm drunk
on your salt

That beautiful
beautiful taste

did you drink
right before we kissed?

some saccharine
yet salty brew?

Have I been sedated?

I feel like prey
right before a wolf

frozen
as I must be

for I know
my purpose is to serve.
Keith Strand
Written by
Keith Strand  20/Non-binary/The Viridian Wilds
(20/Non-binary/The Viridian Wilds)   
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