julia's phrase: pours on compliments. 10/25/16

honey drips along her throat
echoes ; crawling softly
she relishes in the way it exists
an amber color, gracing her lips
bubbles suspended, encased in thickened gel
It Rolls —
glancing around its cave
it is alive, inside the pink walls
frantically trying to disseminate,
amber-skimmed-pink in a sea of saliva
it feels the slide of tongue o’er teeth
She Swallows —
honey gone, the sweet remains

he poured on compliments until she was drunk with amber bliss.

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