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A WORD ABOUT OUR LUST
"Make love to me" he said.
"Use nothing but your words".
So I slid sentences down his chest
Scratched rhymes down his spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of his neck.
I poured prose beneath his clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured him in cliches.
I kissed entire novels into his navel.
His eyes gazed into mine as he began to unravel and unwind.
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in his mind.
Mesmerised, I memorised
Him from cover to cover.
Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
"Use nothing but your words".
So I slid sentences down his chest
Scratched rhymes down his spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of his neck.
I poured prose beneath his clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured him in cliches.
I kissed entire novels into his navel.
His eyes gazed into mine as he began to unravel and unwind.
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in his mind.
Mesmerised, I memorised
Him from cover to cover.
Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
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