My lustful persuasion
….and somehow, his beautiful syntax got next to me
his uninterrupted chain of spoken and written language
was transcribed sinfully smooth over every curve of my body,
and I could feel my warm oils flowing down
betwixt thighs pleading to feel his ….
I wanted those words…so damn deep up in me,
until my body spoke in tongue and foreign languages-
I never knew existed.
professed in print and confessed over air waves
all the things he wanted to do to me.
I could see in the distance his half-parted lips
and in the movement of his mouth, his back-story being told,
and the chronicles of his existence; shared
Through baited breaths of whispers against my ear
he revealed his history, and made me love him all the more
every syllable that drips from the lips of this man’s mind
taste every verb and adjectives released from the tip of his tongue
lick every glazed sentence soaked in his intellect
just to wrap my mouth around his, thick linguistic
Swallowing, the lyrical length of him
I ache to slowly sip his utterance and savor his dialect
making me fall in love with the taste of him
growing biased to the flavor of rasp; found in his voice
….and now, my thirst can only be quenched by the solitude I find
in words that are….
the language of who he is, taste so good
(REPOST) – June 14, 2014. Edited/video Oct 8, 2014)