His words made love to me...

flowing from his tongue like honey unto mine
I swallowed..... every word by the letter as my mouth
traced each stroke with aaaaaaahhhhh's fluttering in
soprano tones

His words made love to me....

pouring like mango nectar splashing upon my breasts
I looked deep into his eyes as I licked every syllable
his words breathed into my flesh

His words made love to me...

seeping into the crevices of my lips....encircling my inner regions, saturating walls with cream filled bliss deep in my abyss...his words broke down compounds in French and created conjunctions in surroundsound upon my hips

His words made love to me...

blowing softly like honey dust sprinkled on my thighs
spewing liquid heat that melted inside like
avocado butter and papaya ice..
How dare his words make me feel soooo damn gooooood

His words made love to me....

and they kept me

flowing

pouring

yearning

seeping

melting

moaning

glowin

and wet

until I became exhaustingly.....

breathless

His words..... made love to me