here shall words arrive
not on my lips, nor yours
but still caressed
a meeting of sorts
out of sorts
still always flowing
an uncovering of
of what
what
will your tongue see
your eyes hear
our heart sing?
Related posts:
- do not think about this do not think about this it is not here for your pleasure not waiting self-less for some deathly embrace as if it were not already perfect and rising starkly, gently behind you perusing the...
