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Desire
The trace
of your tongue
leaves a faint
wet trail
across my hungry body
my warm liquid
begins to stir within
with every stroke
hot it becomes
like a raging fire
the room now filled
with this burning
desire
the sweet flavors
are intoxicating
as they drip
oh so slowly
down
inch by inch
waiting
for your tongue
to continue its path
waiting
to feed your hunger
waiting
to feed mine too
of your tongue
leaves a faint
wet trail
across my hungry body
my warm liquid
begins to stir within
with every stroke
hot it becomes
like a raging fire
the room now filled
with this burning
desire
the sweet flavors
are intoxicating
as they drip
oh so slowly
down
inch by inch
waiting
for your tongue
to continue its path
waiting
to feed your hunger
waiting
to feed mine too
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