I trace my lips with a tender tounge. This is when elasticity of a cat makes me ever envious. In the meantime I am the tenuous tounge which outlines my poisoness pleasure. I am thirsty. My tastebuds are dry for sensual salt and wistful water. What will bring me the liquid I crave?

blood

run

breath

lungs

tears

cry

blood

run

lips

lungs

tears

x

buds

teeth