I see I watch I follow
How the lips caress each syllable
The pause the swallow
The scanning movement of the eyes
The cock of the head
The language of the sighs
How the utterances are birthed
Where do they come from
from the heart ~ yes?
Or from a place of calculated strategy?
I listen to the rise and fall of your voice
The cadence the staccato the linger
the depth of cup
the listening place to receive me
you eat me up
in the pleasure of your attendance
Lapping my sounds but even more
my own responsive articulations
Gobbling me with your eyes
Oh play play play with me
I love love love
Your enjoyment of me
Your counter point dance
And if in giving we receive
I receive the sweetest intoxicating pleasure
At the very thought of blessing you.
Make love to me with your words and thoughts
those bubbles of pleasure
Each filled with a burst of meaning and life
cascade them onto me
Let them collide and break onto my skin
And let the dewy silk inside sedate me
In a juice of love to marinate me
oh bath me
To exquisite delectable tenderness.
Are you readying me for a banquet My Love?
ahh . . word play with the Chefs of LOVE.
which I think would be a great name for a band . . . .
Happy Valentine’s Day to all you Guyz and Dollz.