By deevaa deevaa@paradise.net.nz
Date: 1 August 1999

your mouth

"what are you thinking about?"
"your mouth" -a simple enough reply.

the silence comes from my end of the line now
you don't know what your words have done.
I consider all of the things...
I can suck, flick,
nip and bathe..
my lips could travel the distance from shoulder to ear.
my tounge could trace the fullness of your lower lip.
my teeth could tease at your nipples.

oh my god.
I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts
my mouth goes dry
my pulse pounds

your voice breaks into my thoughts
"what are you thinking about?"
"my mouth" 

I can hear you smile.
"oh I do that all the time"