Brimming

I’m rich in claw
And suck
Full to brim in cling
And lick
Bite me.
Bite me.
Taste the salt of life
In the this little pool of mine.
I’m overflowing with it all
Spilling over
Your hands will tip me
Your tongue will push.
Don’t rush.
Don’t rush.
Make me burble.
Gurgle.
Go with the flow.

(C) Slumpless

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