THE LESS IMPORTANT THINGS

Over the years
I’ve got habitual of watching you
With your face hanging
Upside down
Between my thighs,
Your eyes penetrating mine
As your tongue rested
Inside the fortress of your jaw
After penetrating me
And your mouth looking messed up
With my elements on it.

Despite of communicating
Nothing but heavy sighs,
We understood each other
And I obeyed the instructions of your mind
Because I too wanted my mouth to get dirty
With your elements on it.

That is one story
I want to be repeated
Again and again
But hey
How do you look like now?
I mean, when your face is straight.

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