On a Journey (day 548)

Watching you is a secret
A pleasure that excites me
Lifting my tongue to the top of my mouth
Shifting my loins in sympathetic urge
Curling my toes towards bliss
Silence, whispered around my head
In short gasps of infinite madness
Perhaps you could take me
On a journey tonight

[This poem was encouraged by a little project called Hysterical Literature]

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