Your Mouth
Your mouth addicted my senses ...
I feel addicted to you ...
Your mouth feeds my instincts ...
I feel poisoned by it ...
Your dream mouth, dream ...
I dream of holding you to my delirium,
to further inoculate me desires...
t's insane...
If your mouth were mine alone,
it would be at the same time
and en passant, my perdition
and my cure
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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