A thousand words lie
Where truth is out of reach
As you push yourself
Deep
Into the folds
Of my relief
Sous la langue
Beyond beneath
There are no words to speak
Where you end and
I begin
Is irrelevant.
Cos in this cloudless sky
What else do we hunt
Lover
But this reverence?
Sous la langue
Beyond beneath
I am unable to speak
The crescendo builds
The ether finely powdered
Connection beyond fission
As the pulse within
Beats louder
From your tongue
To your fingers
Your beauty seeps
Through open doors
Sous la langue
Beyond beneath
Worlds collide
Petite mort...
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SOUS LA LANGUE
PoetryTriptych of erotica on the subject of female sexuality and the nature of desire using poetry and (word) art - lines of the pictures made up of words of the corresponding poetry - all artwork and poetry are the property of @intersectionalanais and a...
