Freeing the words they flow
seeing them you part your
tender lips tasting them you
roll them off your tongue to
swallow the new passions
cry for help struggling to stay
at the top of your throat just
to beg in vein matching color
to sweet in description defied
the words transgression inside
the mouth once more diving from
the tongue through your lips and
back into my mouth as if it were all
a dream you never intended to start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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