Your words, Sir
Thick and slow
And sweet
Flow through me
Honeyed
Heavy
I am languorous with them
Stretching upward
Reaching outward
Hands dropping gracefully
To my pillow
Tracing a path to the place
On my neck
Where I want your lips
Murmuring
Your words, Sir
Soft, gentle,
Whispers
Shivering through
To my core
Brushing so delicate
Against my heart
Shattering it all the same
Your words, Sir
Flow through me
The pleasant lassitude
Of lava burning
Through the center
All the way through the center
Your words, Sir
Leave me hungry,
Quivering
Wanting
More
Of you
And
Your words, Sir
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2 comments:
Oohhhh.... this is so lovely. So lovely.
And YOUR words, My Lady, have WON ME.
Someone recently wrote that he heard words could cause people to fall in love.
He knew not how accurate he was...
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