A Mosquito tasted my blood. Metalic and slightly sweet. I’ve got my sugars down to a semi normal level. He used to get high on the taste of my saccharine blood. Now he doesn’t come around to bite me so much anymore. Guess he found someone near the new Dunkin Donuts.
A lover tasted the salty sweat on my skin, and kept licking and lapping me. That was nice. This was in P-town, so I was the essence of coconut with a touch of chemicals from suntan lotion 15 proof. He wanted to taste me from top to bottom, I stopped him before he went too far…I mean, I hadn’t showered.
Hope licked my knees the other day. She was wagging in and out of our little circle, sampling us all. Sometimes she gets a taste of me in her mouth and she’s gotta go for a whole hand meal. Maybe I’m a sort of puppy chow to her palette.
Sapho likes to taste my face. Guess she’s trying to see if my stubble can handle her sandpaper tongue. She wins. To a cat I taste soft and human. She’s not in it for the flavor though, cause she is finicky. She just want me to pet her.
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