| Warm Mouth by Dean Jéan-Pierre Your mouth is warm, inviting Wet like a dream I had of you last night Inside surrounded by white walls I’m easily captured Sucked into a river of hot saliva I relinquish control In this world of the unknown I’m no longer sure of who or what I am Darkness wraps itself around me and I quiver All my senses are drained and I lay there weakened For a moment, paralyzed, unable to move I look to you for all the answers You reach for me again It will be sometime before I regain my strength For now, I will rest, soft in my sleep. Sangria Nights Dinner was wonderful my love Across the table you sit so serenely beautiful The Sangria reminds me of Spain and sombreros Each fruit I swallowed tasted like you Strawberries I savored, Sucking all its juices until it was lifeless Soon my love, your nectar will replenish my mouth The bedroom is too far away We can make a bed right here on the table Tonight, every orifice on your body My tongue will fill. |
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