Oil lips with the tips of taste buds
Liquids clashing
Just her own tone
Of sticky rose fuchsia colliding
With my slimy mushy banana texture
Mint flavor mouth

How do I get lipstick off my face? When did I last wash my cheeks with something besides shampoo trickling down my face?

Quit overthinking. Kiss, make up a beat, her mouth is slimy fruit mouth too. No one wants to walk a plank right now.

An upright stiff will only fall like a feather from a pillow on the edge of a coffee table.

Laughing & Crying – Jana Hunter

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