Alone I trace my pulsing finger tips
Down the lines of my lithe body
As if to replicate
The way your words seep into me
Not insistent,
But ever-so dauntingly
They creep into the stream of thought patterns
That speckle my day
Syllables;
They course through my veins
The way your tongue
Must form each one so precisely
Vocabulary;
Each word chosen ever-so carefully
They know how to bring me
To that fantastic climactic peak
Punctuation;
You've mastered, clearly dripping with experience
You have me saturated, baby
Reading each of your melodic stanzas
I allow myself to trace your words
With my hands
And one day
Your lips will follow
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Alone I trace my pulsing finger tips
Down the lines of my lithe body
As if to replicate
The way your words seep into me
Not insistent,
But ever-so dauntingly
They creep into the stream of thought patterns
That speckle my day
Syllables;
They course through my veins
The way your tongue
Must form each one so precisely
Vocabulary;
Each word chosen ever-so carefully
They know how to bring me
To that fantastic climactic peak
Punctuation;
You've mastered, clearly dripping with experience
You have me saturated, baby
Reading each of your melodic stanzas
I allow myself to trace your words
With my hands
And one day
Your lips will follow
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