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drips.

  
 
   
Cannot quash this unyielding urge    
Wicked thoughts once small,now surge
 
Down my cheeks my chin, my throat and fingers Juices fall, escape to lazily linger    
   
Salty sweet aching mouths do water
for ice cold dreams, no beginners falter    
   
Spit or swallow, an age old quandary    
Seeds once annoyed, now remembered fondly

Sticky skin from lips to tips;    
Taste of heaven her tongue,it licks    
   
into swirling an  
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of    
purest sugar'd    
armageddon  
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Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 6th Dec 2020
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