The way he drinks
Makes you wish
That you were the bottle.
You'd wish he sipped on you
And that you lingered on his tongue,
Tasting you and swallowing
Until every drops done.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
