Consensual Communication

Posted by in Love's Name, Passion Poets, Poems

The way your tongue wraps around those words, so sexy my soul salivates. Here, at room’s rear, I hang on every turn of phrase, back-arching through every bit of banter, every burning urge… surging, spurred auditorily, in every curve of word, every scent of sass, seared with sweat… Triggering the chill and churn in bated-breathed anticipation of your next exquisite utterance… With every observation cool and common, or heated and heartful erotic thoughts in waves awash in notions both naughty and natural haunting and hypnotic. Yeah, even that offhand assertion…read more