My eyes are frozen embers,
soaked in gas to be re-lit...
It seems the wind,'
from a snake-quick tongue,
has crystallized your spit.
(I know the tongue was on your face,
so well aware of it,
the tongue that wagged from perfect lips,
so well aware of it!)
How many licks
does it take for a clit
to arrive at the heart
through her slit?
And how many kicks
does it take for a dog
just to stoop,
and refuse doing tricks?
Less time than it takes
for a Judas soft kiss...
In a fraction of a flick
from an adder's black hiss...
half a number on the plunger
full of opioid bliss...
(so well aware of it!)





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