| i wish that i could clothe myself in words of subtle magic tailored so uniquely that they truly breathed my love for you. my word-cloth would be woven from such silken thoughts that it would feel like vapour when i touched you. i wish that i could dance for you dressed in seven veils of whisper that spoke softly of my heated skin beneath. my dance would tumble tiny, shining letters in your hair, whole adjectives would fall and turn into hot pulsing phrases, while pronouns such as �you� and �i� would float away and slide like many spirit-tongues between your lips. i would trail full sentences and paragraphs across your chest, watch their wildfire melt into your heart as hieroglyphs of love, and word by word i would disrobe in front of you, until at last, in the naked silence of exposure, i would take you as i wish. |
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| *image: Theberge |