Pillow Whisperer

my vulgar tongue can’t
depict how pillow
you make the
talk in
me,

words soft as blue flowers
lilting in whispers
through pores
of every
fiber,

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

ice breather..

frosty lips quiver as
thighs clench
for that
shiver.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=

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..just kissed a fever.

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