More in that's my colon
propriety
The smell of gardenias charred
by moist fat delicate tongues
of blue flame speaking from her eyes
"your poetry is beautiful,"
she crushed out demurly
between soft lips and perfect teeth
"you're beautiful,"
her smile pounded away
like an English banker
I want to tell her
too
but i just smile.
I want to tell her
thank you.
I want to hold her.
my skin turns red
her fiery glances
tongue bathe me
and I burn for her.
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