Your Lips
One kiss -
two seconds worth
and it feels
a lot longer than
that;
marshmallow rose lips
devour the butter-
flies from my
insides, and I,
in giddy submissiveness,
succumb to your hypnotic spell
of our two-second
oral
sex,
which exploded
the valves of my
heart; no reaction -
emotional semtex.
I want more, so
I go in for more,
but as I make my attempt
to do so,
I wake up -
to your lips
of marshmallow rose.
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