I know he likes me
for the pull
of my cool-side of the pillow
mind.
I seem to recognize nothing sure
in the darkness,
only lips
smeared thickly
and suction cup
skin.
I've got nothing
on my shoulders,
(can't you tell?)
and you feel not
on your blades
(no you can't).
They say cold water
makes it better,
but someone else
once told me
the ice in the glass
tasted like
pepper.
It's never useless
to glide my tongue upon your flesh,
as we count down the licks,
six, five, four.
I ended up
tasting it.
Author notes
18. Ice water
20. Tongue
Eyes that burn
like cigarettes
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- Your Challenge Is To... by Dalaney.
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i like this. very much. it's different - a bit abstract, but not so much that i couldn't get the feel of it. thank you for entering - i'm going to keep my eye on you
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