I'm doing it! 
you're doing it!!!
all the cool kids,
are doing it!! 

and they are doing it!!
and them too, doing it!!
look, there his trying to do it?!!

with very little success
but let's all, give him,
a hand for trying......!

-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-

a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-

split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-

spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.

The music that those hands can make..

...
..
.
our fingertip bangs
masterpieces
of
the
heart
you try
an own
that
our fingertip bangs
?
...
..
.