Blue gentians sway !

Moon spun volumes of theories
a secret in my inner thigh -

Let me whisper against your skin.

Let the nib of my tongue write

in continuum
ferociously, deeply,

inscribing in circles of pleasure
the hush and the sighs...

And I...
shiver like leaves in a storm
pleading, yielding, moaning
to go on...
Let your skin listen
Let -

Hunger kiss beneath my coiled breasts

Let your body curve
to receive the tempests.
let my tightening nipples to smear phrases.

In the quietness of our sweat-

Branches of you and me

Blue Gentians swayed...