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Like an oil greasing through
Each half wanting entrance
Beyond the surface
Like your fingers pacing through
The slopes of pleasure
Wrapped with a cardigan of saliva
I have a feeling on my lips
Like your thoughts
clashing mine resulting in
An enthalpy of romance
Like your conscience
Cleaving mine to form
A new strain of love
Like your affections
Licking me through the
torments of persistent cravings
Like your lips
Overlapping mine
Racing to and fro
Slippery and sliding through
The adventure of outburst pleasure
I have a feeling
On my lips.
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