honeyed words
drizzled on skin
waiting to be tasted
slipping from mouths
which stick
and travel
along sweet-sticky
saliva’d bridges
to sensuality
tonguedrawn whipsers
along dewdropped lips
a soft-sighing
sheet-rolled
communion of fire
Grab some. TO GO!
I don't just write for myself.
I would write for you, too.
Just ask.
I won't even swear.
Unless you're into that.
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If you want to know about me, read the blog. If you want to know more, leave a comment. If you want to know even more, you're probably shit out of luck. Sorry about that.
I swear. If that offends you, leave a comment, and I'll be thrilled to ignore it at my earliest convenience.
I like stuff.
And?
I dislike stuff.
It will not follow that the stuff I like one day won't be the stuff I don't like the next day.
Confused? Excellent.
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