Her tongue spoke of sin
that baffled Shakespeare.
Her legs trembled, coated with sweetness,
and I wanted to sink down
like the titanic
between her thighs.
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Of Citrus, Honey, and Melancholy ● Poetry ●
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Her tongue spoke of sin
that baffled Shakespeare.
Her legs trembled, coated with sweetness,
and I wanted to sink down
like the titanic
between her thighs.
