the silence
it licks you
my lips
softly brush
the places
my hands
smooth
and choose
to make
blush
a tongue
ever
eager
a mouth
wanting
yore
desire
my canvas
perception
the
door
you still
with the
movement
you sense a
deep calm
we thank god
in winter
for lube and
lip balm
i bite you
to taunt us
you ask me
for more
i break you
so gently
what else
are friends for
much
more
than
just
fucking
we tend
to
explore
anything
sensual
that
strengthens
the core
the
greater
the trusting
the deeper
we
get
boundaries
are
broken
resistances
met
at dinner
later
you can't
seem
to eat
your
appetite's
changed
from
calories
to heat
with
such intense
feeding
your body is
whole
synapses
though
soaking
set fire
to your
soul