lick the sticky from my lips.
kiss the stiches of my heart.
torn, not broken.
mended by mine own hands.
healed by yours.
watch the sun set in my eyes.
feel the power of the burning fire.
our hips will grind into one another.
binding you to me.
me to you.
when the sun makes the velvet sky honey colored.
then,lick the sticky from my lips.
 
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