Chapter 89
You
The Words I Speak
You
Just you
No one else but you
Could make my eyes turn so white
As a frisson of pleasure shakes me alive
It's you
And only you
No body else but you
Could draw me in ink so black
You taste heavenly I could almost die
Baby you
It will always be you
No other person but you
Could explore me in areas morally so gray
You're of an exquisite beauty, ethereal