LipsA Poem by Tristan Noirsomething to do with love & lustI want your
blood on my lips My tongue and
your skin lightly gripped By my teeth Ill cut u in
so deep You’ll never
forget the taste I offer or
shove every time Never the
same But familiar Truly perculiar. © 2010 Tristan NoirReviews
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