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
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..just kissed a fever.
