Our Tongues Go Slip
Passion's sloppy.
My kiss might be a lick.
Come in slowly.
My tongue out for a wick.
Nestle with me.
Our tender grip.
Hold on tightly.
Our tongues go slip.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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