Evokes disgust in some;

giggles in another.

The consequence of a spillt drink;

the prize of the cake.

The studs in the walls fear her;

the grass in the field waits

earnestly for the proof of

her quality.

A smooth surface she complicates for the feet;

the towel of her disposition

holds the bowl in place.

Weaponized against the barber;

life-giving for the Berber in

Gibraltar.

Her mouth-feel when spoken is

slippery and sensual;

perfect for reviving an aged conversation.

The furrowed brow of the captured spy

resents her tell;

her touch on the skin is proof of our living.

Moist, hated by the soldier in the Ardennes trench;

loved by him stationed in the Arabian days.

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You know that song

The one you let listen to you

The one that's always on your mind

Because he's the one inside of it

The song he picked out

Because it reminded him of you

The song you found when he left

The lyrics incantations you chant to bring him back

The vibrations straying from the bass his heartbeat

The one song where the falsetto is the truth of cries.

That song you sing from your eyes and not your mouth.