Redeeming the Words

“I love you.” The phrase feels meaningless from overuse by the world.  We hear the rattle of traffic and voices outside our window. People love the newest car or a gadget to make life easier.  
 
But, you don’t make life easier. You make life real and worth continuing.
 
I ask you to pull the curtains against our nakedness and let me try again.  
 
“I love you,” I whisper, again and again, my lips dancing with clear enunciation up and down your shaft, then settling at your blushing tip.  
 
Our egos and quests for earthly goods fade in my whispers. Do our words have any meaning?  
 
“I love you,” I say again and stare at your handsome core.  
 
Sounds of the world darken as dusk comes over the busy street.  
 
“I love…..” the last word mutes as my lips wrap around your heat.  
 
“Mm…hmm…hmm…,” Hushed childlike vocalizations vibrate from my trusting throat. The room is silent but for my humming.  
 
When your creamy treasures arrive, I let them flow into my consenting mouth sealed around you. I hold you against the roof of my mouth, humming lower with each of seven narrow streams as a voice above me whispers, “I love you, I love you, I…. I love…..”  
 
My humming continues another moment to capture every drop of you before my lips part to spill my words back over you.  
 
“I love you,” I say again, wetting my lips against your shaft. I look up into your listening eyes, not ashamed of my face, but smiling now.  
 
“It’s all so...so…..” The words fail me. I hear the buzzing of traffic outside and a manager’s cheerful voice helping someone open the room next door.  
 
“I love you,” I say again as my lips press against your stomach, satisfied that we’ve redeemed the meaning of the words.