** the hidden whispers of a loving tongue

~~ a casual blow by blow, (human mouth doth blow) ~~

You possibly
cannot afford
my density's
clamor for
true mistruths.
It's
been
so long   since
the skin of
some skin of
the skin touched
 (and was lost in)
in some some
sweet/sweet
l o v e    girl/woman.

Honey, when-ever
you get here, it's
understood that
we need employ
alternative
methodology to
get where-ever
we go, as certain
Things Ain't What They
           Used To Be, but....

occultatum est vocis et
                                            linguae amandum**

in the multi-task bed
rooms of wild
mismarriages, all undone.

Just, just let's bare our
Selfs, so vulnerable in the
ocean-tide, pray they don't
come take my'me away to
A Better (fckn) Place
where promise not let this
touchful nakedness go pro
                 hibeted.

To what and where can this
                  love
       be so circum'spun ?

(one can meet death in a breeze
   blown sudden from NoWhere)

So, here, god willing, we blow we blow
                  we suckle (the warm wet Delta, then)  we blow,
                                                                                       yet again .
 A'flirting with all that is  essential
                                             to Never-know(n)

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