Words twist and trip
on trembling lips,
teeter at the brink of guilt.
Words turn and tilt,
wander, then wilt,
weigh the heart till wounds are spilt.
Words entice, enthrall,
through waiting flesh they crawl…
creeping vine that binds and fills.
Words echo, ease,
enter with sensual tease,
low soft lies beneath the hills.
Words linger, press,
pour like honey, undress…
pull the night inside the day.
Words pulse and play,
moan the secrets we betray,
map the ache we’ve learned to crave.
Words murmur, melt,
mold the dark in waves of felt…
sweet music,
still vibrating
where we dwell.
- UpsilonA
Yes, words matter. Have a beautiful weekend! 🔥
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