One Word at a Time

One Word at a Time

We don't have
To say it all
All at once
To some vast
And final degree,

The sun's going
Supernova
Cataclysmic
Drained
And suppressed.

Rather,
Lay back
And let me
Fondle
Your darkness

In the syllabic
Constructions,
Aware
Of each
Nuance,

A depth
Of wetness,
A mouth
Full of tears,

And the creamy
Smooth texture
Of hidden
And profane
Thoughts

Aroused
And exposing
The raw nerve,

Explicit
And feeding
Her agenda.

Nakedness
Becomes
A point
Of acquisition.

My lips
On all
Her secrets.