fetishes. fantasies.
spoken only between you and me
back and forth. pushed. pulled.
giving or taking. no one will ever guess for sure.
the silent moans your eyes make.
my surrender to your touch.
our lips tease and dance. rhythmically carrying on a conversation.
conversing in the language created in our bubble
always an undiscovered country
patience making each experience new
thoughts of you clinch my womb
memories of me make your insides dance
tastes of black licorice on my mustache
vanilla and sandalwood on our sheets
we inhale our smoke
potent. natural. organic.
a high worthy of addiction
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