ARTICULATIONS

My articulators are articulating
And so I become articulate
With love for you
          to you
          because of you.
These my two lips to explode every beautiful b
                             every passionate p;
These my teeth to trill every tremulant t
                        every delightful d;
This my tongue to roll off every loving lingual l
                           every rapturous r.
And I let my mind translate them into bold pulses
Which I urge thru this magic glass,
Burning love bytes sent to you
On their parallel course thru my modem
Along the telephone's thin threads;
Spanning waters, highways, trees and rooftops
Till they rest upon you, within your bosom.

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Oh shall these my articulators then be content
Merely to articulate the fullness
Of my loving passion for you, my wonderfull Lady?
Nay, they were made for finer things than mere words.
And so I myself step thru the glowing glass
And translate myself into your holy and beloved presence.
Like some priest entering his temple
To perform a sacred ritual,
I enter your abode to perform holy love to you.
These my lips, teeth, tongue
Which to now have only spoken molten words to you
Shall yet do other work.
Oh just to please you;
Oh just to pleasure you;
Because it pleases me much to do so
To you...for you...because of you...
And so I reach out for you
Hoping longingly that you will reach out to me,
To receive me
To receive that which I have to offer you;
Hoping that you will find me a worthy man,
To touch you so...as you have touched my heart.
And if it is so, then humbly...
My mouth presses your sweet hair and your wonderfull skin,
And I articulate my love for you in another more intimate way.
So my lips find your face, your eyes, your ears,
Your soft sweet neck...and...I stiffen with desire for you...
Only for you.
And it shall come to pass that
My teeth and lips and tongue
Shall find your shoulders, arms, breasts...
And linger there...
To suck the sweet love from your most sweet nipples
Given to me so generously
That I weep tears upon those holy hills of love,
Upon your sweet skin.
And as my tears roll down your sweet body
My mouth shall hotly pursue them to where they come to rest.
So shall I touch your belly and your thighs
Until my mouth shall rest on that happy place
From which all men are born
And to which we return in love.
And there I shall love you,
Nay more,
There I shall adore you
Most articulately.
Oh what indescribable joy
When lips meet lips...tongue meets tongue
There between the goodness of your parted thighs
Which I shall beg you to open before me,
So that I may consume you, feast upon you,
That you may realize my burning hunger for you.
Until in that moment of sheer rapturous eruption
You shall cradle my face between your thighs of love
Love for me which I shall treasure and honor...
And I will hear those articulations of joy and pleasure
Issue forth from your sweet throat,
And I will know that I have not failed you,
Nor you me.
And I will beg you to hold me so so tight,
Hold me so so tight...hold me...hold me...