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Frail and brisk
Lucid space drops
This is a foul tasting medicine
And the tingling in your legs just gets stronger than ever
[You took the mouth right out of my words]
To fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our heart away
A genius slice of sustained orgasm
Travel heavy but lightning
Decoy
Jarringly slouch
Within and without
The most saturated of feelings
Willowed inside your mouth