You kiss the words on my lips
waiting to be said
You hold them in your mouth
roll your tongue around them
tasting their sweetness
Infused with your honeyed breath
your erotic scent
you pour them back into me
They taste different
burgeoning with secrets
known only to us
I savour the love they hold
the passion filling their essence
I let them slide down into my heart
Rich with promise, magical words
that do not now need to be said
swell and fill our souls
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
waiting to be said
You hold them in your mouth
roll your tongue around them
tasting their sweetness
Infused with your honeyed breath
your erotic scent
you pour them back into me
They taste different
burgeoning with secrets
known only to us
I savour the love they hold
the passion filling their essence
I let them slide down into my heart
Rich with promise, magical words
that do not now need to be said
swell and fill our souls
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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