Berries Drip

  
I will feed you berries 

Till the juices run down your lips and into mine 

May they stain yours with sweetness and make you think of me

I’ll make you drunk with wine that you may be powerless to my advances. 
Eyes glister in the pale moonlight. 

A howl that conquers the silence of night. 

That and this is your destiny…
Your tasty lips on mine. 

You may run honey 

But you can never forget or hide. 

And you would want me till I’m back in you tracing my lips down your spine. 

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