A bead of moisture
Travelling south
Following a pathway
Traced by your mouth
The taste of my skin
Both salty and sweet
An erotic liqueur
Best served neat
Your fingers caress me
Strumming my desire
Plucking my chords
Taking me higher
Biting my flesh
Kissing my pain
Explosion of pleasure
Again and again
Slowly I sink
Awash with this bliss
Lying beside you
Lost in your kiss
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