Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Sixty-Nine (Dorsimbra)

Exploding in milk, this upward frown
Flexing and whipping her lusty web
Allures me close to offer bread
As sweet as candy or love instead

She brushes my hair
Holds me close
We touch like fire
And ember blows

My breath burns deep within
Aside from wits, I'm sure to win
Kissing her lips before I drown
Exploding in milk, this upward frown

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