You call for less words,
to sink yourself further.
But do you realize
the sensuality of your words
fuels this flame?
How without them
this connection wouldn’t exist?
Cut the words? I say keep them coming,
stack them higher and higher.
Not to the point that a wall divides us,
but a tower that we’ve built together,
one that others stop to gaze upon.
Let’s both receive a piece of the dream:
exhale your epic words over the valley between my thighs,
while fingertips explore, reading every inch like pages of braille;
string kisses around my neck while peppering verses;
tell me the source of your inspiration.
Let’s write the story of our lives;
how every moment we’ve longed to be in this space, mere inches away.
And here we are: tongues dipped in verse and exchanged across a sea of sweat.