escort diary® of Louella York: Fluent

Your body whispers
and I listen
with my mouth—
lips fluent in a language
older than words.
I move like I know the place—
not from memory,
but instinct—
drawn to the way your hips
answer my hunger.
I lose time between your sounds,
The rise and fall
of your pulse under my tongue—
you,ripe with wanting,
and me,slow and certain,
Tasting everything you don’t say.

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