Warm Mouth

Your mouth is warm, inviting
Wet like a dream I had of you last night
Inside surrounded by white walls I’m easily captured
Sucked into a river of hot saliva I relinquish control
In this world of the unknown
I’m no longer sure of who or what I am
Darkness wraps itself around me and I quiver
All my senses are drained and I lay there weakened
For a moment, paralyzed, unable to move
I look to you for all the answers
You reach for me again
It will be sometime before I regain my strength
For now, I will rest, soft in my sleep.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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