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I find refuge between your thighs.
Kisses in trail formation from your toes leading to your promise land.
My tongue finds salvation between your lips.
A hiding place from the evils in this world while engulfed in your waters.
And like a man dying from thirst, I drink from you.
Finding sanctuary inside your fine trimmed garden where no snakes dare show their face.
I have truly found the garden of Eden.
A place for my mouth to roam.
And in it is one apple that when eaten
Gives off and abundant amount of your trees secretions.
A place that my tongue will be happy to call home.
