My Pleasure
My legs shake and lips begin to quiver..
in the anticipation of the next words you deliver..
as my mind picks your cherries of literary sweetness..
these juices of reality hit my tounge sending fullfillment to my core and i begin to drip with your soft words hitting my soul like no one could before..
this climax of word play has me grasping the sheets..
of paper ..
that are your canvas and painted with your colored juices of pain and later encased by an array of emotion as they drip from your lips to mine..
leaving me in a wet puddle of your quinching flow...
© 2012 Copyright All rights reserved By: Lisa Roberts
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