Your Sex and Sour
taste the drops
falling silent
from parted
lips
Struggle at the folds
darts along drunken
up inside
slick with
spit
The sounds catch in
her throat,crack
a little bit
behind the
tongue
It's raining within her at
the point of conception
between the lust
in her thighs
gripping tight,
back bent,
whimpering
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