his kiss, a sea of decadence dark and cacooned, soothes these weary times.
mimics my tongue; soft, wet, numb with fear.
social lubricants to make divine this mess in my heart.
teach me of your desires because you lick my wounds so well.
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and beer.
Beer plz Bee!
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