w o r d s

w o r d s
delicious little things
roll around your tongue
taste sweet and succulent
and drip desire
and devilish
dreams
like whipped cream
lick and
suck and
taste and
delicately drown
in crisp and cool
and calm you
cut you
kill you with their honesty.

they're smart and sexy
if you let them be
or sneaky
snake inside you
coil and curl with
key strokes

three of them can save you
slice right through you
make your body sing
erotically
erroneously
enveloping

the

strokes of pens and pencils
carve and climax
clink and rattle with the
weight of
what
you
have
to
say.