TAPE
ABYSS
is your tongue
success waking
drifting
by the lascivious
restless
naughty
wind brown
of my thighs
Strand of warm water
discovering
my breasts awake
pirouettes with wins
that the mirror reflects
in a myriad
of agitated pulse
diligent pencil edge
outlining my opening
that expands
inflames
and screams
dropping your vein
splashing senses
lips Will
submitting
lips to his will
fishing hook that
subject
and
flies
with my flesh
the exact point
where breath
says
that ends
and
stillness
claims
born.
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