Bodies Talking
Let’s allow our bodies to do the talking
As our wrists, hips and lips untie like bows
And the warm spot behind our eyes begins to grow.
A lip’s edge of your slender sluice, between shoulders—writhing
While warmly whispering silent secrets no one else knows
Let’s allow our bodies to do the talking.
A swinging pulse develops, our souls’ hands—locking
Inside a moment with little of the world’s woes
As the warm spot behind our eyes begins to grow.
Roused by a full, svelte body, each touch—shocking
Consuming a day’s worth of moments once known
Let’s allow our bodies to do the talking.
From vanilla neck to flat, sweet stomach, our bodies—docking
And our fluttering, warm ache starts that one-from-two show
As the warm spot behind our eyes begins to grow.
A thin, smooth shoulder kiss, starting as nothing
Our long, malleable twists harmonizing two tones,
So tonight, let’s allow our bodies to do the talking
As the warm, sweet spot behind our eyes begins to grow.