at the thought of you

you are the hit i take and hold. between my lungs until my vision blurs. sweet release.
but i never want to be released from under your grip. nor fall far from your wet tongue.

©jjj

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About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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