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Small Feathers
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elliotlacey31

Small Feathers

Tags: erotic, poem
Our bodies speak their own languages
We turn the lights off to find a

way out of ourselves, 

becoming small feathers caught 

in the midst of the other's storms, 

passengers navigating the longings 

our bodies have learned to transmit 

as wordless signals.

Cues and signs that are delivered through hushes and racing pulses, 

through heat and helpless sighs.

There's a language to your skin and breath that cannot be memorized, 

subtle changes in the dialect are revealed each time, 

a tongue evolving each time my lips grave your navel and move lower, 

each time you unfold to let me taste paradise.

Each time you shake and whisper my name like no one else ever will.

We turn the lights off to crawl out of ourselves,

and always know how to find the other in the dark,

becoming small feathers caught in the other's hungry whirlwind, 

passengers navigating every inch of bodies that have learned to translate 

exactly how to unfold and explore

when they long, beg to be 

hushed and made helpless, 

be overwhelmed and stilled while 

melting inside and for each other.

There's a language inside you that is not meant to be memorized, 

the dialect is one of pure instinct every time we begin, 

a tongue evolving when you clench

and squeeze around me, 

each time you pulse to make me erupt.

Each time I shake and whisper your 

name in ways no one else ever will.

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