~ Setting things on fire. Mostly words ~

~ Often speaking in tongues ~

~ to Each Other ~


Wednesday 27 May 2015

Blushing Tart


Washing an apricot under running water, two hands.  I started to convulse with pleasure, along stem and sternum - the tender velvet hues of it pricked me into a shock of submission , and damn near melted my backbone with each tiny bruising little grasp

Truth be told (other than any other bumptious lie of mine) ... it was when that apricot flew up my ventricles the penny dropped.

This one's an apricot-pit (body) stone erupting nearly three hours since we spoke!

Here I find a gleaming roller coaster - I'm on the first fairground ride of an American coaster~car and on sensate silver skin rides these neural rails

Beyond aroused now.
I was really hungry but now I don't want to eat.  I just want to want to eat all night

I'm so aroused I've just split my seams

That's the way I feel when I'm with you.  I can't look at you but that soon I find myself skinning you like a peach, carving you with my eyes and with my little Tongue.