sometimes i forget what all those things have tasted like
in the midst of your smoke and your charm
i taste you
sweet as the vodka that sits in your glass
your body feels like a wonder land
and its full of dangerous fantasties
that sit in the back of my mind
as i let you lick me and taste me
and please me
and i taste you again
still sweet with vodka.
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