we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue
Tag: Sexuality
The Taste of Citrus
silken black blindfold covers eyes feel your thumb tracing my bottom lip ‘open up’ you say I hesitate only briefly before I obey tongue and
Saturday Afternoon Poetry
bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of
Manic Monday
can you run your hands over my bare back? tangle your fingers in my hair? draw me into your arms make me liquid help me
sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry into your fingers anemones brushing my breasts my depths crashing tides wave after electric wave
Poetry in Motion
your palms remember warm silk of my skin travel the contours of my curves and edges your lips remember my coffee scented kiss softness into
One Year Ago Today: The Shape of Water
we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue
