I want to write

Words and rhythm
seduce me.
I can feel them
teasing my skin
evoking my senses
touching my body.
The intimacy
is threatening.
Overwhelming
my ability to focus,
I am soaked
by their taste.
Read
in between my thighs
and find
heated inspiration.
Caressing each other
I hold them close,
Allowing a sly innuendo
To slip inside.
The suspense builds
as we both reach
the climactic point
and I hear you.
Onomatopoeia.
Screaming.
Alliterating the atmosphere
all around
us.
I love you
in every form
verb
noun
and adjective.
Even when you’re spelt wrong,
I want you.
Your sound
feeling
meaning
and the pictures you paint.

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