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like honey sunlight

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The way your voice fills the room

like honey sunlight

your tongue touching a certain place

in your mouth–

I lean in.


Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth

unfiltered and weighted,

the pressure of them sticks to me

no–not the pressure, the power

it has a residue a kind of slickness–

lubricating my mind

as your opinions and ideas slide into me.

(a caress)

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