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Mood Swing #9: A Salacious Interlude


it's you
my fuckin inevitable
moist..edible..delectable
delicacy


speaking
in your dreams
incessantly..of entitlements
to be desired
licked...bathed....baptized


like a pristine figurine
turned my midnight whore
turned out..turned over
and over
rotisserie style


basted..seasoned
blanketed by a fat thick tongue
leaving you strung out
and hungover


legs wobbly
weeble..mind feeble
absent of agency
just a wanton..whimsical
wildflower


with a spread of petals
glistened..christened in the dark
melting in my palm


your
curves..smothered
covered..coveted..conquered
awaiting
my phallic encore


yearning to be
 anchored  in your deep
tethering us
body to body..soul to toul

Written by Naajir
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inspired by pic and a sudden rush
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