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sweet wickedness (m.a.s. is at it again!)

Posted to Action Poetry

no rest for the wicked
and wicked’s what i am
thoughts of you come
dancing in my mouth
and my mouth...
it has its own dancing to do
tracing rhythms on your lips
across your collarbones
brushing laughter along your torso
tasting your desire
i don’t know when i tricked you
into believing i was sweet
but i’m gonna show you
and trust me then
there won’t be time for
this wicked girl to rest
because i'll be too busy showing you
how sweet my wickedness
can taste