Criminating taste,
Oh how I thirst for it.
The juice of her left lip,
mixed with the right one.
I shiver as I lick my lips and
am still able to taste her.
This happens to be the only
Thing I do more for me and
No one else.
I know she is pleased,
The wetness is enough for me.
To make me walk away
But not forget this moment,
Which lives in my memory.
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