Cayenne...

I keep a glass of milk
right by the bedside --
"it's not for you baby,
it's for me"

We take each other in
and salsa in the horizontal
bevel -- I, nibbling
into your shoulder

Setting my tongue on FIRE,
dousing the FLAMES with
cow juice I had made
ready just for this --

You smile, realizing what I
meant all along, as I wait for
feeling in my tongue to return,
to go at it again...

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