Her Noxious Breath
by Hot Lizard Boy
She dares not touch her spiny lips to mine
For fear that the noxious gas from our mingling breaths
Will end our lovemaking prematurely
Yet, tell me, my love
What greater proof than this?
To die while feasting on your poisoned kiss?
For fear that the noxious gas from our mingling breaths
Will end our lovemaking prematurely
Yet, tell me, my love
What greater proof than this?
To die while feasting on your poisoned kiss?
Copyright © 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy
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