Does She?

Does she know?

It is my name you spell

in the curvature of your tongue

as you try to uncover her name again

in the heavy breath on her neck

The soft gasp that escapes her throat

leaving her hip-shaken

lip bitten

unaware that her cum is my doing

that my memory is all over her cunt

a memento of a search

you made in the wrong place.

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