He got that poetry
It sits in his soul
That tongue was made to speak
words sweet as honey
I'm his nectar
his substance
the source of his inspiration.
The mouth is his sword
slashing through the vines that entangle my heart
He is my black knight
my Lancelot
Saving me from myself
The fairy tale sounds quite lovely
true story
Save me
love me
let me taste the poetry that flows from your tongue
no fear
no inhibitions
you and me as one
