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Oral Hygiene
My lips smeared his skin
I considered my breath
"does is smell alright
or is there something left?"
I had just brushed my teeth:
three minutes and thirty.
Mirror in my mouth, check my tonsils;
Empty.
It still feels dirty.
Light down my throat
using the bristles I scrub
I must wash inside my mouth
- wash until there's blood.
But now my lips smear his skin,
"I'm ready," he says,
"please, will you take me in?"
So he prods the back of my throat
and the inside of my cheek
This is peculiar, they said salty
not sweet?
He pulses, to my tongue he
pumps.
Movements soft, but he's hard,
his nerves thump.
Body shudders as I let my tongue swirl
licking the tip, back and forth,
the core of him curls.
