Tell me why what you need is good for your soul. Whisper to me the sweet relishment of your desires, and I will do my best to make them realities, fervent and sweaty and streaked with luminous and glowing doctrines. I’ll trace the contours of your face with my fingers so that I may better remember their grace, and I’ll sprinkle soft kisses the length of your body. So you can feel their electricity as your brain fires from the collision of electrons.
Ravish my mind of all that you seek to know, and I will share what my body remembers. I’ll select the positions depicted in your eyes – the subtle changes in your vision, the seclusions in your withdrawals, the phases of the moon colliding in your smile, the sweet redemption present in the corners of your mouth. I will suck the sly, the swimmers, from the tips of your appendages. Your phalanges, your dreams, your bereft supply of positivity.
I will emphasize that you are everything but alone. That we love and yearn is in our natures. That our lives are all divine, and our excesses are only temporary.
Pour the admiration out through the colander holes and savor the thick globs of beauty stuck in the bottom of the bowl. These I will spoon-feed to you in your hours of need and want. In those moments when you cannot swim or stand in shallow water.
To let you know the water is never shallow.
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