Run your fingers to the only place they are destined to speak at……
(Mildly perfumed nipples.)
You only talk there, curl on the legs and make me whorl like a tweaked lily..
Take another gentle nip, splashing salted dew
And I do the job of being silent
(For a change).
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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