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Jun 2014
Caressing your neck with
my fingers,tighter the grip.
I feel your pulse as I hold
tight, I feel every beat of
your life, as it vibrates
through my finger tips.

I hold tight kissing, caressing
your throat with my lips,
I can taste you with each
one, your breathing deepens
as I lick you gently with my
tongue tip

I cant resist, I must do what
I was made for, as I bite deep
in to you I can taste your lust
as I drink deep, the beat slows
but you are caught in lust.

As your final breath exhales you
tasted sweet, as I leave you I
give you a final loving kiss as
now I can taste death on your
still warm lips.
Poetic T
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