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Click hereI like sex, well-sugared and sipped, slowly.
I like it, sweet enough to eat and languish over, every tiny bit, bite.
I like the way the softness of your hair, brushed over my lips as my tongue darted over the very tip of your nipple.
I like your nipples like I like sex.
I want to drink in your scent, until it fills the gaping hole left from your absence.
I hang onto the memory
Of how much I used to like sex.
I liked sex, well-sugared and sipped, slowly.
You were my cup and I would let hope trickle into me, with every dart of your tongue, every thrust of your hips.
Slowly.
Sticky.
Spilled over the edge.
Broken cup,
I long to hold you, taste you,
Pour into you my heart
and sip, slowly.