i kiss the deep dimple in your chin,
smiling at the sparkle of your eyes
as you take my head within your hands
and pull me in
mild mechanics moving to the sound:
well-lubed parts are sliding in and out...
amazing grace
sing to me in true and candied lies;
let me linger softly in the dark;
bring me to your lips and let me drink:
dewdrop demands
iron will is rusting through quickly...
i yield, eyes searching for the meaning
on your lips--
such sweet sounds,
they speak only to me.
