thin and cold
red where i bit them
the whisker burn on my chin
your grip around the small of my back
tightens like a snake while wet drunken bitter blood tinged lips suckle the wilderness from mine
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Was this nice or nasty? For the life of me, I couldn’t tell…
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i prefer for the reader to reach their own conclusion 😊 thanks so much for visiting friend stay healthy xo
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You too!
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So sensual, ❤️
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I like the minimal touch here. Like you said, allows the reader to reach their own conclusion.
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Thank you friend take good care xo
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Thank you.
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I love this piece. It’s great!
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Thank you so much Poetess and congratulations on your publication you rock!! Xo
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My pleasure. Not published yet. Coming soon.
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Awesome please take care
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