i drink the wine that flows from your mouth
and you purr -
a smoky caress of heat that covers me,
fills me.
we become silhouettes
as the light fades into deep shadows.
i can't see your smiles, but
my fingers absorb them
as i trace your name across the contours of your chest,
gliding over the sweat we've created. and shared.
vowels tangle in your aureoles
and you bubble over in contralto sighs
and giggles;
your nails strafe me, lightly, slowly,
drawing liquid sparks.
and we begin, again.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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