Author: Monica Swindle

I bent my body  like words to pronounce  his pleasure. Vowels sighed softly punctuated with hard consonants  like teeth on skin sinking lower sucked into tonal umlauts drawn into the back of the throat then pushed through the tongue the lips to land lightly and caress the neck. Teasing t’s  flicked around the ear then drawn like a long l down the shoulder twisted around the bowed bicep a curved phonetic  ensnared in accents oh, oh, ooohs, and lulls like the concavity of the collarbone as he uttered an unintelligible syllable  from the bottom  of his throat the syntax...