she fills me up with beautiful words
i straddle her waist and jot a poem in her curves
while she fondles me with dizzy, hungry hands
a delicate elegance in her dancing fingertips
lips that disarms my linguistic dexterity
i can only get down a few breathless fragments of sentence
before my shoulders go slack and my head falls back
and I moan REALLY FUCKING LOUD because OH MY FUCKING GOD
I feel like I already knew.
Blue eyed femmes, there's nothing I wouldn't give for you
She comes in my hands and I can't breathe
how publicly mae i praise your body?
how loud can i worship your curves in the town square?
how do i thank you for
making me speak in tongues when i taste you?
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