Thirst

Finger played on the bell
Her door smiled at me
A heavenly spectacle fell in sight
How excuisite
How syrupy
The enormity of her lips
As wide as Sargasso
The frivolity housed in her eyes
Mischiefs galore
She sucked an ocean out my eyes
And soon the wetness of the lips overlapped
And dried I turned
Like the deserts in May
To quench I could reach nowhere
But the bloody silky landscape
Soft as silk they were

©jeyforyou

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