(face up to the burning reflection of sky)
I caught sight of the luscious fold of her lips
delicate in their poison curve
pulled back to offer
the barest slip of tongue between teeth
exposing a terrain left unexplored by hasty lovers
(with rough hands and hoarse voices)
so sweet the bend
that lilted her words
towards my own admiration
and I dared to dream
that through the divinity of her tooth and tongue and lip
that I (the lover) could pay for my sins
with the naked hardness of her body
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