Taken

There is no more holding them in.
These sounds you hear. The growls. The moans.
They are the decadent herald of my heart’s song.
The live to be spoken, ripped from my lungs by your touch.

There is no more holding back.
These are the words I must wrap you in.
Wreathe you. Sheath you in phrases of ecstasy
Until they drip from your mouth back into mine.

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