Subsume


I said:
I love going down on you
But let us be honest
No one benefits from that
Except for you
You have never tasted me
As I have tasted you
Sour and cloying on my lips
Like milk set out to spoil
In the summer heat
Wet with someone else’s passion
There are no traps in this world
Save the chain you lay for yourself
When one person
Swallows the other whole
The only option left is surrender.

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