If my hands were numb to your touch, and my eyes were blind to your affection, I would still compose love letters for you with my lips. For I could never piece together, the perfect words that express truly how much I care for you. So instead I speak in tongue. Breathlessly sliding my mouth in and out of yours, like the pause in between a sentence. You're a book I don't want to put down.
i write to express myself in a way i could never speak with my mouth