My tongue slips,
Dips into sweet
Mysteries.
I taste lust;
It’s must-have treats,
Entreating.
Hints of sap
Overlap my buds
Like a flood.
Saccharine
Happenings create
Elation;
My cravings
Are her favorite
Safe haven.
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Author:
All In (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2022 00:01
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Comments1
Nice piece
Thank you
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