I was teetering on the precipice
of something.
edging towards the glimmer.
mashing tongues,
you tore me limb from limb.
I'm glazed with sweat.
you baste me in honeydew.
in the bedroom we speak in vowels:
oooOOHHhhooo
uUUHhh.
AAAAaaahhh
The sounds of death,
Long awaited for.
I died like this every night and loved every minute of it, bruised down to my bones.
i i i, want moremoremore.
Give my teeth a whitening.
You are the eye of the storm
the first leg into a pair of pants
the bone with the best sense of humor.
you left me high,
but not dry.
accept this broken french as a gesture of my affinity:
je taime
tu me manques
je tadore mon lapin
bisou bisou