Chewed Trimeric
You said ‘Hello.’ and kissed my hand
running your fingers on skittish skin.
No knowledge needed to press start,
hot breath on my arm raised a quiver.
Running your fingers on skittish skin,
my clumsy lip was modestly chewed.
Intimidated by a fantasy come to life.
No knowledge needed to press start,
it was an expert game of telepathy.
Your carnivorous mirrored my want.
Hot breath on my arm raised a quiver,
lick my inner wrist. (But do not bite)
How did you know what I needed soft?
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