IF I WIPED MY MOUTH, WONDER IF YOU WOULD
TASTE OF GINGER, AND WOULD I TAKE A SECOND LICK
UPON MY FINGER, LINGER…..
WOULD YOU MELT UPON MY TONGUE, HON, TURNING
ME INTO CHOCOLATE KISSES, HAUNTING ME FOREVER
TO WANT YOU AND ONLY YOU…THAT’S WHAT YOU
WANT, ISN’T IT?
MAKE ME SWELL, DWELL INTO YOU, A PLACE YOU
DON’T LET MANY ROAM….
I WANT TO TRACE YOU INTO SWIRLS, BROWN TO WHITE
MY TASTY TREAT….MEET…GREET
YOUR SKIN WOULD RIPPLE, TREMBLE, TUMBLE
UNDER MY LIPS AS THEY PART, DEPART…..
YOUR EYES WATCH IN CIRCLES AS YOU SLOWLY
BECOME SEE-THROUGH, GHOSTLY…..
MINE FOREVER, DUST, LUST…….
PoeticDarkness 
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