Does He Know?

 

My lips grazing his

buzz cut sends

my spine in a

tizzy. That the

gentle breeze in my

ear canal makes my

palms take hold

under the backs of his arms.

 

The bugs he sends into my scalp

not even the longest

nails can scratch. A pulse

racing night occurs in his

sentence structure and I

tense at the mention of tense.

 

The way the letters crack past

his teeth and massage my ear

lobes before they etch sketches

of passion in my frontal lobe.

 

My fingers clamp to his chin

before I let him in and I

 

Blow from this dialogue.

Reviews

[The realest]

wow really really great piece i have read a bunch today but this one will leave a mark using non sexual words like scalp and bug and still making it passionate takes some skill- Kudos