Linear Lust

Can I draw the liquid lines of you with my thumbing stroke?

Bleed the sap that I know lingers in the funnel of your heart?

Oh there are ways and means to make your fountain flow

I know most but not all

I will find the waterfall

I strum and hum the tunes that make oblique, the straight lines of your beautiful legs

You beg for more lick and that’s the trick.

Just a breath away.

I’ll stay just a breath away until even a whisper, will send you to simmer

The releasing breaths of a chord too highly strung

Is magic, melody to ears and head that need a patting. A petting.

Wet. Wet. Wetting.

Soak

(C) Slumpless

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