I smell you lips after we’ve kissed, I smell them on mine, the aroma of your sex, I breathe it in and let it flood my mind.
i love the tiny rhyme... and the imagery. as though you're smelling perhaps her sex or her lipgloss or just HER on you... such a change from i taste you on my lips. that was beautiful... i fucking love this poem.
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I smell them on mine,
the aroma of your sex, I breathe it in
and let it flood my mind.
i love the tiny rhyme... and the imagery. as though you're smelling perhaps her sex or her lipgloss or just HER on you... such a change from i taste you on my lips. that was beautiful... i fucking love this poem.
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