Twit
by Maya Nitis

In your mouth I would melt like a jellyrancher pray, pray, like an atheist that you do not let your mouth grab mine for return would be lost. My flavor would melt with more passion than Icarus’ wings ever knew from the sun. Ever. I am a tease, a twit, but most of all to myself and my own loins. I am torn zipper. I am a worthless liar, for what is not committed by my body is committed by my mind, tenfold. My sincerity pounds in my chest and my clit, a drum of its own beat. Beat, beat.

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