A quick succession of sips
Answered by a volley of volts
- Sounds thrown, lines sewn.
This three letter word
I swirl softly,
Ever so patiently
In my mouth..
My luscious tongue
Rolling, lapping,
Hardly daring to taste.
All I can do is breathe
And surrender,
Try hold it together,
Whenever You come near.
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