Words are sweet
Like strawberry wine
Rhythm and time
Sacred, sacchrine, salacious
Actions are rough
Like sandpaper on skin
Where do I begin
Making sense of the two
When his lips find my flesh
Sandpaper and rhythm mesh
Chaste kisses with words
That undermine their chastity
<3Lulu
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