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
and the digits are gone
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