Syntax

I want to write you the right way, vowels for feet and parenthesis for ankles. I will scribble all the way up your legs, until I reach your thighs. This is where the writing slows and I devour you. Words start and stutter against my tongue and spill into your lap, covering skin with the sweetest expressions. My mouth holds more definitions than the dictionary. Sloppy spelling and elongated verbs, I scatter consonants like kisses. I skip the exclamation point and lavish your chest with adjectives. Apostrophe nipples enclosing my mutterings, patiently praising your soft parchment. Faint trembling and my words wobble, becoming illegible before I reach your mouth. Our lips meet; this is where the tale unfolds grabbing words, licking into paragraphs. Between tongue and teeth the greatest stories are told.