The Spoken Word

You lie on the bed of my mouth

Where it is hot, and wet

Swaying on the wind of my breath

When I speak you

Melting

Salty and sweet

On taste buds writhing

With your flavor

 

Rolling it on my tongue

Across my teeth

Where I bite the words

Before they leave

My wanting lips

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