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Forked Tongue
When he kisses you
the way
he kissed me
and runs his mouth
off
along the rim of your
viscera soft lips
just know that in that
moment
his tongue has
rimmed my tight
little arsehole to
profess his love
for me.
And still
remnants of me
drip
from his lips
for you
to savour at your leisure.
the way
he kissed me
and runs his mouth
off
along the rim of your
viscera soft lips
just know that in that
moment
his tongue has
rimmed my tight
little arsehole to
profess his love
for me.
And still
remnants of me
drip
from his lips
for you
to savour at your leisure.
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