pleasure beyond words

Oh, I know your words—
I read them often,
licking their delicate
sensual sounds
across my eager lips.

I know the wholly
longing composition of you
perhaps better than you
should know yourself,
for I do covet your voice.

But more than this,
I long to taste the ever
so tempting core of you
warm and wet and gifting
ecstasy to my flesh.

I lie here alone beyond
your touch as ever
but I feel you grasp
the hard length of me,
guiding me within.

And I know that pleasure
could never be more than
the slightest touch
of your lips on mine
as I move within you.

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