Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Sept 22, 2011 2:50:27 GMT -5
A/N ipod number four.
Homecoming
His sweetness undoes me.
There is nothing left to say ---
I can only speak with my hands
and when they talk we both come
undone;
I hope he can hear their whispers
as they glide over his skin,
in the hissing breath slipping between my teeth:
my emotions have found a home
in the undoing of zippers.
Is this love?
September 21 2011
Homecoming
His sweetness undoes me.
There is nothing left to say ---
I can only speak with my hands
and when they talk we both come
undone;
I hope he can hear their whispers
as they glide over his skin,
in the hissing breath slipping between my teeth:
my emotions have found a home
in the undoing of zippers.
Is this love?
September 21 2011