Talk to me about my mouth

I slid up his body for a kiss.
He watched my lips,
I knew this because they began to itch.
“Talk to me about my mouth”
His words came abruptly with out warning
Your mouth?
Your lips are full
No not full so much as luscious
Lushes lips
Honey sticky lips full of sugar
You always went a little off the deepend for me
Talk to me about my mouth
I tried to get you back to my world out of the abstract land you inhabited between your ears behind your eyes

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1 Response to Talk to me about my mouth

  1. An Imperfect Servant says:

    This is awesome.
    I love the story.

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