a tang of salty french
mingled with the
sultry caramelized italian
as he mouthed the languages - his languages
slowly to my ears
he boiled my blood as it
pumped
to my moving body
limbs swayed
pulsed
touched
his words dripped from his fingers
his touch glided from his lips
his tongue.
his teeth.
eyes. black. longing. telling
it all stung my skin
and sizzled as it burnt away
leaving nothing but hot scars
to remind me of hot nights that will
never escape from my cage of desires
to grace this reality.
my reality
is fantasy.
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