your wet lips quiver near mine,
nervous and watchful.
the warmth of two mouths,
crashes together breathless,
the night's kiss begins;
perhaps i'll sleep now,
wide eyed and awake i dream
not of your kisses,
(amen) no dreams now,
i push the night from my bed,
she has not your lips.
Hallelujah! and those are what i sleep on.
(pillows, wet and warm. delicious).
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