Sting
The moisture sucked from your mouth.
Soggy and stale.
Breathing in and out.
The sour air.
Puckering your lips.
With every gasp.
A new lingering taste.
Clings to your teeth.
Begging your mouth.
For a wave of saliva.
To wash away.
The acidity of my kiss.
Venomous tongue.
Pink with poisons.
Wet with guilt.
Soft with love.
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