Spitting fire

Where you been all my life?

The question that floats through my mind

A selfish lover I never tried to be, but you giving me something new and I can’t see

Beyond the fire your tongue spits, the aftershocks my body endures

Rhythmic shakes throughout that seem to act like heartbeats

Such a beautiful spirit

Such a handsome face

Sweetness that drips from your lips and onto mine and I taste the freedom to

Give something to you,

and then I wonder do you want me to?

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