"Make love to me" she said.
"Use nothing but your words".
So I slid sentences down her chest
Scratched rhymes down her spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of her neck.
I poured prose beneath her clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured her in cliches.
I kissed entire novels into her navel.
Her eyes gazed into mine as she began to unravel and unwind
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in her mind.
Mesmerised, I memorised
Her from cover to cover.
Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
"Make love to me" she said.
"Use nothing but your words".
So I slid sentences down her chest
Scratched rhymes down her spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of her neck.
I poured prose beneath her clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured her in cliches.
I kissed entire novels into her navel.
Her eyes gazed into mine as she began to unravel and unwind
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in her mind.
Mesmerised, I memorised
Her from cover to cover.
Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
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