If words touched you like fingers
I would speak my way along
The arching curve of your back,
Using phrases such as
Shivering and quivering,
Raising your flesh with
Hot breaths upon the softest places
Intimate intonations
Of lust and passion,
In gasping sentences
And lurid phrases,
A sensual tête-à-tête,
Ending in rapturous silence.
Donovan Baldwin
