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His hands speak a language
Only my body can interpret,
Writing mystical glyphs on my skin
With knowing fingers,
Inscribing poetry on the curves
Of my hips and breasts.
I know the secrets of tongues
Raised in silent communion,
Tracing messages on tender flesh
With the punctuation of kisses,
Swirling signs and symbols
Moist with intimcay.
I translate the subtle tales
He tells with the tips of fingers
My body the parchment to his quill
I tremble in suspense
For the whispered conclusion
To the story we have shared.