20-09-08 – Pillow Whisperer

not even my vulgar, verbose
tongue can depict how
pillow you make
all the talk
in me,

words as soft as blue flowers
lilting in her whispers
through the cotton
pores of my
every fiber,

like my silk-tip pen
spells out your
name only,

ice breather..


frosty lips quiver
as thighs clench
for that last

Grumpy Gorman

image: http://multibusiness.in/galaxynight.html

..just kissed a fever.

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