she tastes as soft as
the first bite
of Tiramisu
slowly dissolving
on your eager tongue,
with every ounce
of her love
from the moist
of her pink lips;
brace yourself as
you get lost inside
her silent
but preying eyes,
you’re a goner,
but you wouldn’t mind
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