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heavenly.
the way your legs.
tremble.
my lips speak soundwaves
down skin- you shiver.
and my hands play
piano notes
in the key of your whimper.
tracing lines from
beauty marks.
your skin is a song
that makes my tongue dance
along your polished thighs.
-tasting moments
that take breath away.
convulse.
with your hands
gripping my hair.
I'll speak words
that make you
taste
god.
and words that bring you back
down. to earth.
let those eyes roll back.
fall.
fall.
tremble.
my lips speak soundwaves
down skin- you shiver.
and my hands play
piano notes
in the key of your whimper.
tracing lines from
beauty marks.
your skin is a song
that makes my tongue dance
along your polished thighs.
-tasting moments
that take breath away.
convulse.
with your hands
gripping my hair.
I'll speak words
that make you
taste
god.
and words that bring you back
down. to earth.
let those eyes roll back.
fall.
fall.
Published 14th Mar 2012
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Anonymous
14th Mar 2012 1:45am
but...I think it would of been much better if it was longer...More music-heaven metaphors would have made this piece epic. I dunno, you may not have wanted to sound too cliche, so you may have shied away from using them...Sometimes less is more, but in this rare case, I want more...I admire your work, so expect to hear from me again soon! :) Thanks for posting! Don't be mad, just some friendly advice! ;)
maikeru could be right in a way, if one were to read it at a regular sort of pace. but if read slowly, it's fuller in the breaths, spaces and silences in between lines. gorgeous ending, Jon. whew...
