The heat of your breath is enthralling
as I know it leads to soft lips
that seem to sit and memorize mine.
What a sensation they cause,
leaving mine numb,
prickling as my blood flows
to a new location
within my body.
My back arches,
unable to breathe,
exhilerated,
mesmerized,
frozen.
And all at once I'm dizzy.















Comments
Muahh!
Well done.
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"Let the bind of self
be the bone,
to frame the character
of him."
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my war paint is sharpie ink.
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"Let the bind of self
be the bone,
to frame the character
of him."
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it's very well written.
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my war paint is sharpie ink.
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