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chapped lips, tongue kissed |
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insert expletive |
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fluids of a summer night |
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with slight duress |
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forced imperatives |
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find me quoting Donovan |
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a delicate blend |
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of sweat and menstrual blood |
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seeping into trampled grass |
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so take my tongue between your teeth |
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and taste me by devouring |
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and i'll start watching my weight again |
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oh |
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woke up at dawn |
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face down on the lawn |
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head awash with what had been |
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rest cheek to cheek |
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fingers underneath |
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soft impressions of your teeth |
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some hours lost |
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and at such a cost |
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stains and scars i can't explain |
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so take my tongue between your teeth |
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and taste me by devouring |
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and i'll start watching my weight again |
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oh |
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some things are best left unsaid |
