The Language

I want a language composed of thin words that travel lightly and land on suspecting and wanting lips. Arrogant lips. 
 I want my words to destroy the air with precision and land upon the lips of Woman who will reshape language for me. 
 
The inflection.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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