she whispers to me
in poetry without end
a precipitous tumbling
of words
that spill perfectly formed
from her sensual lips
to my heart
down my spine
in a thousand chills
that flare
in a nimbus
to raise me high
into the sky
she whispers to me
in poetry without end
a precipitous tumbling
of words
that spill perfectly formed
from her sensual lips
to my heart
down my spine
in a thousand chills
that flare
in a nimbus
to raise me high
into the sky
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I…. love. this.
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it just fell out and felt wonderful
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Indeed.
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