WORD SERIES #3
Backwards I am.
Thoughtful you are.
Your thoughts flows through my body,
Making their way to my heart, clenching my veins
Closes to my middle, allowing me full access to your exotic surge.
It pumps each letter cautiously, not skipping any of your flavors.
And yes, I do taste the erotic ways
Of each of your perfectly crafted letters
To a extent where I can feel your greedy, impatient hands
Searching my willing body for the response of the blood
That courses through me with your words.
The perfect response I have,
Never discontinue your love and words
You leave me breathless and on a high
Oh my greatest high.