Kisses -
they don't cease to stop.
Minute after minute,
dark coffee from my cup
turns into your drink now - 
from my mouth.
We are exchanging glances,
but I wish to be swapping fluids instead.
Shame seems to leave the room
all that's left is pure attraction
for each other.
Instincts of carnivore.
My mouth is warm 
with your fiery words,
our hands are full of each other,
and I can't stop asking,
if you really love me.

- Chatty Owl -
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