Teach me all your
sweet and
sour words of love,
those
tongue-twisting lyrics
of lust which you
mouth slowly,
carefully, as if my
glottis were a
three-year-old;
giggle uncontrollably
when I
mispronounce; pounce,
your
organ-stop nipples
gouging my chest as you
attack my ear to
whisper hotly all that
those
sinuous syllables
symbolise.
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