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Tongue Trip

Here lies my deepest hollows,

This is where my sinful mind follows,

It is a place

Of unforgiving grace,

Not a single face

May change the trace

That wanders gently

And ever greatly

Down your neck,

Making you a living wreck,

Nor a handful of tears

Could bring back the years

One has spent cheating

The days of treating

Life as a serious excuse

To not abuse the muse

Given by Time itself

Solely to know myself,

Though I had mistaken it for lecturing

And now I stand here picturing

You and I as stars,
In this era of bars

That can create explosions,

As simple as oceans

That rise and fall

With my heart enthralled

To the rhythm and soul,

Taking a stroll

Down the thigh of the lassie
Through her smirks of glassy

Lips - The point where one surrenders,

Since to continue is what only the offenders

Of the enchantment would dare.

As for myself, I stand and stare.