Subtle
Supple
Push my fingers through the inside of my skin
Lick the fingers clean
Essence of vanilla cream
On the inside
Now outside
Confession of a remember to forget
Kiss the tip of a cosmic regression
As a soul thirsts for the comic
Smudged in nail polish
Scribbled in lipstick on the mirror
Painted on the bathroom walls
As the freaks point and
Sip
Sip
Sip
Lacking in desire
Lusting for the honey pot
Clenched betwixt feted thighs
You can go and kiss your fucken goodbyes
Bye
Bye
Bye
Slick
Smooth
Play the wicked
As games played by the maestro
Kiss my shotgun
It ends for you
Settled quickly
On the roll of a dice
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