His Speech Bold
His speech...
Bold
Like red,
Red roses
Sweetly poisoned..
I drink his
Ill champagne
Drunk from syntax,
Hard and heavy
Like angels tongues
pleading loudly
His speach-
born to tear the skin
an exercise in exhibition
Passion; alive in text
he likes to watch-
Me listen
I love the way he speaks
A little sweet
a little dirty
I bet you like to pull hair
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