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dig my spoon into your flavor swallow it whole swallow it cold mingling luscious tastes biting my lip screaming into the dish that was your face was your waste worshipping taste buds i forgot i had reciprocation is not necessary bought you with the money i had for a snack i saved to mack truckin through your swirls stirring you around my finger lick it off with a long stealthy tongue lizards of mind lizards of kind coasting in amphibious ice cream settling into the slush of melting delicious soft voices thin cries thin thighs rolling through the tempered mush slurp up the juices i always craved inside my mouth verruca salt’s 31 flavored malt turning milky soup over in my spoon settling for the last few drops wanting two more scoops bowl in hand this is my demand
