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oval meds/oral sex

Posted to Poetry

You wipe the sweat from my brow and you
spit fiery salts at my likeness
you cauldron fed witches
you miracle helpers
My rainy day fix
you keep me in stitches
You carve my skeletal torso
You keep me from drowning
You wake me up drowsy
You help me to breathe
And you push me to writhe
Underneath your seat and you pull at me
Closer and closer to the pit of your fruit
Slower and lower my head until you feel justly enthused