Amadeo-Dubratt

You whispered poetry to me, penetrating my ear with the warm hard thrust of your syntax. Caressing my body with your alliteration, bringing chill bumps to the landscape of my skin. You trace a series of haiku down my spine. My toes curl from the thrill of wave after wave of vowels and syllables washing over me. I open my eyes to see before me your naked heart trembling, longing to be claimed.