Drying the sleep

Drying the sleep, of all that we keep

A big tongue licking all the hurts

The comfort of your face

Snuggled against mine

Let’s take it slow, make it last

I’ll put my finger on your pulse

Watch you close

In love we’ll bask

Sweet tasting yellow peep

A thigh, high above my skirts

Dirty tattooed lace

It’s the sex with you, my bloodline

My savior, show me your contrast

And hidden away my heart will convulse

Watch me close

My body is up to the task

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