_____by Teri

Wet are your lips so that I may taste of your
essence... wet is your last dream, your fantasy
of us dancing in juices we made... wet are the
tears I cried when left to pick up the pieces of
my broken heart... wet is the blood you bleed
when your other hears my name on your lips...wet
are my lips as they be kissed by another
juices...

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