******
sensations I feel
soft words
slide into my

slit my throat
soak a toe
silky
smooth
some words do
slip into
sweaty palms
scrunch tightly by the tip of your
second finger one time

surrender to this lack of
silence
seeking
solidity
so deadly my words
sedate a
slave for you  

sold for gold  
saved and brought home
safe and
secure by the  
side of a
strong
sweaty

still night
strip right
shoes
socks
shirt

shut the door
shh, "I like it open"
sneak me
slow

*** between
someone i love is
something innocent
scribbles unlike any
scripted in my; as I breathe
see you in me in, these words you read

so true
send nudes