*** de Tiburon
sexiest fucking couple, my god.
The sound of words
The play of articulation
Vibrations against my lips, my tongue
My mouth is wide, then pursed
Emotions expressed, Is beuatiful.
Beautiful like autum. Leaves fall like
Bitter frost bites like teeth
Brushing softly against my neck
Voval cords are moist with health
The sounds of language… it’s a dip
It’s a roll,its beautiful and divine
But its beauty is invisible.
Sounds are silent
The dance in conversation is lost in meaning