bodies sticky - honeyback of throats - moan - fingers dancing
taste buds laced - lust
teeth scrape -
mine: cotton candy.
yours: yet to discoverravishing - bedsheets
sticky sticky sticky
shaking limbs,
can't breath -
candy has never tasted more sinful then
the ones plucked out of the honey jar by my lovers fingers, the candies coated in lust

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𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱
Poetry𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 collection of poetry about fruit/lust🍓🌙 -mature content © 2020