Monday, July 16, 2018

The Blue Syndrome























A little of you each day brings sweat and nausea,
once bitten twice shy I lust deeply for you,
but you flow to flout my very existence,
seduced to quiver I live only for you.

Lips touch and you turn red to blue in primers,
don't worry it is kinky for first timers,
gladly I could lick beads of perspiration,
and hold your soul to ransom with perfection.

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