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I taste your lips

Smooth, sticky, sweet

Like the chocolate syrup that

Slides from the tip of my tongue

to the back of my throat.



Enticing, entrancing, intoxication,

the feeling of lethargy slowly

creeping up my spine after having

too much to drink.



Heavy, weighed, pressed against

the softness of the bed by

the length of your body

My body, no longer my own.



Surrendered, mastered, set free

After giving myself to you.

Undressed, exposed to be viewed

By your eyes only.



So…this is love