I feel you
With my lips
As we sit
Side by side,
Lips along the ridge
Of your shoulders,
My fingers easing open
Your block so I can
Reach in and draw you out
And let my mouth
Feel you there, too,
My lips kissing each lobe,
Then lower, longer,
Until I reach
The most precious
Landscape of all,
Your sweet juice
Dripping into my
Hungry mouth,
Pressing my tongue
Into that space,
Letting it linger,
Circle you,
And then take
The plunge,
I am drunk
Before the first sip
My lips kiss
Dripping
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