"Do I soothe you...tell the truth now...that pleases me"
abstracting wine she felt me fine
the absinthe cooed my sight
all undercover lovers mine
expressing truth at night
numbing creme while still awake
intent remaining clear
writhing skin requesting take
pens breath into my ear
lapping tongue inside your door
for deeper does the trick
bodies rock symphonic score
poetic plays my lick...
~Apollo
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