You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,
And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,
And I
Bathe in their glory.
How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -
Oh how blessed
To know their taste.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,
And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,
And I
Bathe in their glory.
How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -
Oh how blessed
To know their taste.
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