When You Speak
when you speak..
such rousing vibrations
pour from you
Tendrils of sound
meander from your mouth
and settle around my neck
They curl
and thicken
and tighten
with delicious finger-like grip
Soon, I mightn't be able
to breathe
I should beg you to stop
But I adore that you're killing me
Copyright © Violet Darling | Year Posted 2012
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