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The Taste
The taste of His kiss
Salty and metallic,
my blood fresh on His lips,
my desire sweet on His tongue.
As our tongues dance.
To taste myself on Him.
To be locked in this passion.
The taste of His kiss
Salty and metallic,
my blood fresh on His lips,
my desire sweet on His tongue.
As our tongues dance.
To taste myself on Him.
To be locked in this passion.
The taste of blood is perjorative. The poem would be far more sensual if she tasted her own pleasure on his lips.
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)
fka Starward*Led