Tongue

In the noon glow,

the thrill of intimacy

while she maps me with
her tongue.

She knows my hips and

my secrets.

I know her shoulders,

her navel.

On the table,

my thoughts

on her sweet, moisturized skin,

my senses.

She has one finger in my world,

then her tongue on my secrets

polishing them.

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