fingers tingle skin
in wetter words
whispered
licked softly
from drier lips
of secrets surfaced
bursting bubbles
of antiquated anticipation
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fingers tingle skin in wetter words whispered
licked softly from drier lips of secrets surfaced
bursting bubbles of antiquated anticipation
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