What goes into those lips?
White, small, circular.
It slides past lips much too eager.
Lips searching for its smooth surface, its remembered feel.
Eyes alight with anticipation and need unrivaled.
As it travels the body connected to those lips, it changes.
It falls apart, becoming apart of the body.
This body so needy!
The mind changes, becomes cloudy and bent.
Temper flares and disappears, forced by forceful chemicals.
The damage runs rampant through the body, many changes unknown.
The lips say "Its over, never again."
It slides past lips much too eager.
Lips searching for its smooth surface, its remembered feel.....
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