Without Words

Dark mocha pools welling with liveliness pulsating pink skin beckons flesh, i crave the forms from which all words commense heavy rain sluicing down beading upon the macadam sagaciously i dance unshod the words I haven't said to him yet my incorrigible heart an inept journal pening lavishly about he, loathe am I to share entry imploringly iterate a solidarity, his spirit taking me in an unyielding upsweep duodecennial such an entreat, we converse without words knowing they only lead my head down to the pillow where drowse I attain a dubitable dream which will drone dulcet one sweet day upon our common doorstep.