spit

i love licking envelopes 

and your lips are no different 

all to achieve the bliss

of tasting my own spit 

my morning breath 

reads blank to my blind nose

I can only taste myself 

when my eyes are closed  

when your convex breasts

connect with my chest’s concavity

your tongue in my mouth 

digging for cavities  

when we pull away 

with wet lips 

i am left with the tangy

aftertaste of my own spit 

i savor this saliva 

that you sweetened with your own 

my tastebuds pulse at the thought 

of feeling known 

as the spit settles 

matting down to your soft skin 

i inhale us together 

letting my true self in

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