Never alert a girl to her beauty until after she’s been muted with varieties of autodidactic, non-manual, tactical lip salutes.
Tease intoxicate as we force feed each other's life breath.
Reciprocate this hunger.
All linear relationships get shipped to the bin.
Maybe lovers only survive a thousand kisses as our lungs writhe in despair at a rival pair pushing tree fuel down its throat.
Gossiping lungs campaign for flagging chemicals
And all because of a couple of wagging tongues.




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