Your skills enchant!
All that talking is
just you exercising
your kisser
so that
when you blow steam
in my face
thc laced and all
i fall
and have violent thoughts
about buttons and zippers
exploding like the 4th of July
let's get back to that
humid whisper of yours...
May I coax soft words out
of your chamber with my
lingual finesse
my soul undress, singing
harmonies, mixing dna
just for scientific purposes
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