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THIRST

In that moment of time,
That I'm drenched your mind ,
What you think is a kiss,
Is the brink of just bliss...
That will lather our tongues,
After gathering some,
Which appears to inspire,
What turns tears to saliva...
Though we're locked in embrace,
There's this look on your face ,
As I catch what your lips,
Is letting fall to your hips....
So that nothing is wasted,
And the only thing tasted,
Is the fire I'm sipping, 
In such desire it's dripping...
So dam moist it becomes wet,
Your only choice is a towelette,
To relive what the thirst,
Seemed to give you at first...

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