Letters placed upon a page
like kisses across your skin;
A succession of little notes quickly spoken
just to set your flesh a-flush and quivering.
The music comes as I move my tongue,
As it licks and rolls and strokes and strums
over every word
I’ve lovingly laid down,
So when each sensuous sound
is lifted from the page, and played,
A symphony of syllables make the words whirl around
you, and the melody of my love song
can be heard.