Your Words Pale

I thought you the Master of Expression Your verbal dexterity Word play, a rarity: perfection Nothing could be more eloquent Nothing on earth as fine Nothing as beautifully sublime As that rhyme, that line Or so I thought Or so I believed until…. Your body spoke to me And your words paled in the eloquence Of your touch Your lips moist from dying syllables Closed over mine Melting the last of them All over my lips the heat of your pilgrim tongue Make letters come undone One by one Connotations and denotations of Desire All expire And are reborn in sensations new rebirthed in your touch meanings refined as our souls aligned and our bodies intertwined The flight of your flirting fingers flutter Eliciting Electra Ecstasy Syntax of sensuality Spoken over the curves of my body releasing........me In "voice" thick with emotions yet silent to sound you spoke..... I heard…. “I want to claim you,” your eyes intimated “I want to know your every hidden place” your hands demanded “I will taste you until I’m drunk,” your tongue teased And with the wonder of manhood you thundered, “I will possess you and make you mine.” Corpora of copulation reality Soon to be You~~~ made~~~ love~~~ to~~~me In punctuation ecstasy sexy synergy of my mind and your body A pause here Bated breath begging “Go on, go ON!” Comma upon comma, you carefully placed poignant pauses to separate the onslaught of your list of sensual treats drawing me on that exclamation culmination FULFILLMENT Of you...and me… Eloquence of oneness beyond word degree Silent serenity let eternity now just BE I thought your words were divine Perfection of Pleasure Wonderment of wonder Eloquence extraordinaire incomparable linguistic flare But your words paled The day your body spoke to me Eileen Manassian Ghali Fictitious but Fun... ;)