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  • Body Language

    My language speaks night
    Pendulously tight and stuck to velvet hugs

    “Bare her between liquid strokes
    And glistening lips”
    Speakeasy of romance
    Hear this balanced dictation

    Until found is
    My strong with cunning intent
    Says “deliver the senses like this”

    With teasing bite to take his lip
    And suck it like candy
    Until I release it
    Like a feather rolled in thunder

    The eye of his storm
    Gathers into mine
    Into eruptions
    Of exquisite making

    Those velvet hugs cry on
    Of torrid grabbing
    In forever’s longing

    Hear what language burns by every private stroke
    Away with words

    Just rock
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