How else could I make you sound?

The sound of your own name, slipping sweetly from your lover’s lips… the most divine of kisses, light with the touch of air & sound upon your ear, yet pulsing through each particle of you, electric shiver, warmth and liquid.

I delight to carve the syllables of you with my tongue, tracing & shaping the curves of sound as I might explore the contours of your eagerness.

Antonette, my little antonia, dripping like summer rain off my blushing lips, I sing your sounds to see you blush.

I say your name to hear your breath catch with the delicious agony of desire.

How else could I make you sound?

You begin and end with a smile on my lips and I want to repeat you.

I sing your name in desire, I sing to set your senses ablaze. I sing out “antonette”, and the night

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