My pickle of bad, darling
My lips of hunger, starving
Lips spicy and tart
Our fingers of beauty, smart
And vinegar, wince
You touch me, convince
My pickle of bad
We go down glad
Slurp, lick
Delicious stick
Don’t stop
Atop
My pickle of bad
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1 comment:
Always be my pickle of bad! Please?
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