words are wasted darling,
can't add an alphabet more...
but make o's of your lips,
measure the girth of your hips,
tease the buds of thy nips,
sip honey, lick nectar,
fork a tongue into you,
pierce your insides,
twist your wild hair
around me,
bolt love,
blindfold you,
warm your ******* to
the incandescence
of the moon,
nibble your ear ends,
step away a moment,
gaze at your island body
your shy fluidity,
watch you bathe
in candlelight,
catch every
running drop
off you,
every globule,
wrap you up,
unknot you,
tie your hands together,
feed you a smear
of chocolate,
seat you
on a chair,
eat off you,
days and nights shall embrace us,
seasons weave a cocoon,
ice slide down our bodies
and I shall make love to you,
and now as I utter
these little strands
in whispers,
I am here entwined to you,
I promised to read out these lines
if I ever make love to you,
now that the words
are in communion,
let us dearest,
bid them adieu
