sticky tendrils drip
between your fingers as you force me to
lick suck and kiss
them till they’re covered in spit before stopping a second
and biting your lip
taking a moment before smiling.

the one that betrays your intent
hell bent on sex
while also hiding a lifetime
and what moves you’ll make next.

i feel blissfully pointless when you shine
every tooth in your mouth
the curves at the side mimicking mine

after edging seconds from my mind
you shift
and the digits are gone

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