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tongUe iN mouTH lIpS

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Small white flames
lick at my finger tips
my tongue melts into my mouth
and spills over my lips
and I couldn’t resist
wouldn’t exist
if I didn’t share it
allow you to taste
this moment and it’s movement
this mood and my involvement
I give of it
the last
like there’s an over abundance and
I wish for you to partake
in this
the end of my innocence.