I would love to endure your touch against my skin
while the placidity of your language curl my breath
just to consume desire’s head whole.
....and I wish I could taste your story beneath my tongue
relish the level of conciseness in your speech,
only to season my thirst for what you articulate in flawless
and absolute ways,
ways…. that constantly knocks my ‘senses-senseless’
I’ve craved to clutch my impressions back
and slowly let your verses slide down my throat
so I could… cling to the perfect couplet.
a superb soliloquy of you…
entrenched in the security of my intellect
…ever amorous of your prose....