Sous la langue


Capillary action

Sous la langue

Fatal retraction

As I lead thee along

Dancing half drunk

To my inner drum


Yet it is YOU

Detaching my retina

With a spoon and your finger

Letting my love burn

Like hot ice

As I linger


We know I’d fuck you first

Tis I, the auditioner

So hold me fast

Hold me tight

Mr ‘action grip practitioner’

Doused in salty cyprin

De la langue to your fingers

Not sure where you’ve been

Or where I’m coming from


Close your eyes

Take my hand

Under cover

Sous la langue


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