Blood lashings enfold the crevices of my mind
Your tongue makes a mighty fine whip
Delicately structure
Exquisitely designed
so smooth…so perfect…like a newborn.
Mouths collide, as two worlds often do
The stars unleashing their intoxicating gasses.
How could two people do this to each other?
Ahh but who would know,
if we never told.
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