I give you my tongue,
and the word it has for you,
and the desire it has for you
as I speak silently to your body,
as I speak along the arc of your breast,
through the cadence of your ribs,
over the plain of your belly
and drawing the warm rain
from between your thighs,
from you.
My tongue speaks to your skin
your perfect body reads my lips,
draws my silent words
into you.
I listen
for your response
to the language you have taught me
my heart swells
when you speak my name
between your soft laughter and your sighs.
You guide me
artfully
through the landscape you create with me,
to the nameless hallowed place
where no words will do.
and the word it has for you,
and the desire it has for you
as I speak silently to your body,
as I speak along the arc of your breast,
through the cadence of your ribs,
over the plain of your belly
and drawing the warm rain
from between your thighs,
from you.
My tongue speaks to your skin
your perfect body reads my lips,
draws my silent words
into you.
I listen
for your response
to the language you have taught me
my heart swells
when you speak my name
between your soft laughter and your sighs.
You guide me
artfully
through the landscape you create with me,
to the nameless hallowed place
where no words will do.
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My gig was a community orchestra that I'm in. We played at an old folks home. I play trumpet. There was quite a few old people there. No one died, good thing. If I'd have played as loud as I normally do, someone might have, I think.
Our police force here has a helicopter. It has been going around my building fairly consistently recently. Like around and around. I swear it wasn't me.
I go to the quiz (trivia night) every Monday. My team was close to winning. Two questions that we got wrong would have done it.
Hm. I'll have to look on my map. I don't think I've been to Indiana.
Seriously- Beautiful.