Wednesday, 21 January 2015

~ Noshed! ~

~ Noshed! ~
But I don’t remember,
No, not yet,
If it’s the twilight of your voice,
Or those glassy midnight eyes,
Your lips, dancing melodious,
Or should I say — my gaze aslant —
Caressing tongue, you flip and toss,
Betwixt those clever teeth,
Inside your summer mouth,
Warmly stroking between smiles,
Dainty, pretty a-l-p-h-a-b-e-t-s …
O’ you season of my heart,
So sumptuously exotic you are,
When you eat your w-o-r-d-s,
Making them deliciously half,
For I love the way you talk …
Wherefore, you should see, to grasp,
That I’m still striving to remember so hard …
Mon Amour … would you talk again? 
Whilst feeding my famished, hedonistic stare …
For I love when you talk, albeit unexplained!

1 comment:

  1. nice intimacy in this...makes me think of watching someone talk...the movement of their lips and tongue....