Four Alarms Espinela
Your tongue is an atomic split,
I am locked in a sharp inhale.
Proficient those lips leave me pale.
All my breath work, can you feel it?
Exploring my mouth bit by bit
with a simmer I'm left gasping.
Blood drains my will is collapsing,
knees fail as I fall for your charms.
My moans repeat like four alarms
coerced by shocks everlasting.
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