Sting my tongue
With your sour-sweet touch
As your sharp surface starts to
Dissolve
A sweet aftertaste
Begins to bloom
Your flexible body
Moldable but firm
Contrasts your rock-hard mind
Where no one
Can understand what’s going on
In your mind, that is always filled with
small bubbles
Allowing me in
with a hissy fit
Your blood the taste
of a warm sunny day
With waves washing
All the sand away
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