The Flat of My Tongue Will Discover a Mirror We Decide to Taste / by Reckon


Like backward english, nude under your lips.

A sure tongue begins to squirm, shy about wishes.

Warm cocoon explosions

Kiss this rolling slow soft ignition,

These complimentary tastes and exemplary ear-splitting affairs,

Flavored thoughts and lights, a number of licks.

We are now another southern delicacy.

Chris Weige | Austin, TX. | Share a key intuit 

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