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SWEET TALKER

He calls me baby
And gets down on his knees before me.
He calls me honey
And lays his head on my stomach.
And then he speaks
He speaks so sweet
That I feel the bones slowly
Disappear
Inside my legs.
As he speaks,
The fibers that hold my life together
Disappear
Inside my heart.
As he speaks
So Sweet
All that he feels.

Sweet speech, Sweet tongue
Sweet neck to kiss
Sweet man, sweet shoulders
Sweet chest to lay my head on

 He calls me to him
And we lay in the intertwine of lovers arms
And legs
Mine wrapped around his.
And then he speaks
That sweet talk that makes my legs
Uncurl
Without even moving.
Still wrapped around him
I listen to his voice
Sweetly removing the nerves
From my body.

Sweet speech
Sweet tongue
Sweet neck to kiss
Sweet man
Sweet shoulders
Sweet chest to lay my head on

Sweet talkin'
Sweet speakin'
Sweet f***in'
Man.

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He calls me baby,

And gets down on his knees before me.

He calls me honey,

And lays his head upon my stomach.

Then he speaks.

He speaks so sweet

I feel the bones

Disappear

Inch by inch.

He speaks, and

The fibers that hold my life

Un-skein,

Thread by thread,

From the hold around my heart.

He speaks,

So sweet,

The things that he feels,

Things that he sees.

He pulls me to him.

We lie in the sticky intertwine of 

Lover’s arms and legs,

Coiled.

Then he speaks.

He speaks so sweet

I feel my legs

Uncurl

Without moving.

He speaks, and

Removes the nerves

Worry by worry

From my limbs.

Folded in around him

I feel his voice

Resonate,

When he speaks,

So sweet,

The things that he sees,

The things that he feels.

And he calls me baby,

And lays his head upon my stomach.