Wetness of Wanton Tongue

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I viewed from the mirror
as like before I journeyed
final check
Yes they'd be just fine I'd said

And they were just that

A moment in remembrance
capturing of heated breath
the wetness of wanton tongue
to your shouts caught in the weave
when you gave up everything I wanted.

Washed and tucked away now
but rest easy my lover
they'll be against wet lips real soon
on our next viewing journey.