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Your buttermilk tongue,
is a kiss,
that pleases and dips
into a sensory taste.

Your milk of love flows,
across the surface
of my body
feeling freshly,

the suppleness of your soul
are the only eyes
I see,
King Solomon of heart and body.

Bound by love and lust,
our hearts tethered forever
together,
until we writhe.

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