AROUSE in Five WORDS, Part 7 (no links, pics, gifs, or arguments!)

I can watch the syllables
spill from her wet lips,

it’s percussive and fuck-filled,
every word like licking stone.

she can’t hear her beat
or understand my heart under
the weight of her words.
 
i operate in the darkness
reading braille from your body,

the smooth of your thigh
denoting pause, fingertips like ellipses,
and the chapter-ending clinch
of your desperate, lifting hips.
 
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