If I slipped between your lips...
ran the silk of who I am over your tongue
allowed you to breathe the bounty
of my bouquet
would you sink to your knees
drinking the vintage of my soul?
If I slipped between your lips...
ran the silk of who I am over your tongue
allowed you to breathe the bounty
of my bouquet
would you sink to your knees
drinking the vintage of my soul? In a listA contest entry
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