affect

Her breath was wonderfully

plain.

Like hot cereal

or water.

Sometimes when our mouths 

would collide

the sour on my tongue

would mingle with hers

Two warm wet tunnels

coalescing

Our saliva one,

Our lips ripe and hot, open.

 

Until my brain 

breathed words into our sweat

Weaved doubt through my teeth ~

like floss

Plucking uncertainty out from my gums

Fouling the potion we had 

brewed
With our touch.