it isn't what you say... it's what you don't say. my suddenly reflection in the bright of your eyes & the re-born at once, the unstoppable blink, the sigh that must come next & the breath accompanied by. the sob in which one give oneself up, and the space & time between them.
your silence have always spoke more than your words. your silence is the prose of an orgasm & the language of your hands it's its poetry.
it always has been.
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