Schhhhh

Come and converse,

In a language unspoken,

Leave me defenceless,

With a touch that is vocal,

Tease me with words,

That caress o’er skin,

The language of love,

And the accent of sin,

Engage me in rapture,

With semantic finesse,

And heighten my senses,

With the prose of excess,

Where teasing linguistics,

Abandon free will,

And the taste of expression,

Is the ink that you spill,

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So come and converse,

And bid me confess,

That you are the author,

Of the needs I possess.