i can use words
oh hell i can make you feel
silk pressed to your thigh
like a whisper
or the smell of my hair
like honeysuckle
and summer storms
can you taste my lightning eyes
the salty thudding
under my ribcage
are you there yet
my fingers
can trace secret passwords
on your shoulderblades
feather soft
or maybe
i'm not there at all
can you hear me humming
a french ballad
something about a rose
and kisses
my lips never parting
to reveal the words
feel me
our bodies
so hot and close
like nesting dolls
but you are
just reading poetry
you sweet, silly thing
run along now
i'm only playing
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