The Blue Syndrome
A little of you each day brings sweat and nausea,
Once bitten twice shy I lust deeply for you,
But you flow to flout my very existence,
Seduced to quiver I live only for you.
Lips touch and you turn red to blue in primers,
Don't worry it is kinky for first timers,
Gladly I would lick beads of perspiration,
And hold your soul to ransom with perfection.
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