Erotic discourse

I’m alive in a sensual world,
Where no thought can survive,
You’ll learn nothing from me,
In the words that I speak,
Instead taste the air that I breathe,
Savour my intention,
The erotic sensation,
Of gentle fingertips,
Writing a fateful script,
Rather than some crude finger-pointing reiteration,
Of eloquent words repeating dead ideals,
From some dead author’s crypt,
The only answers I’m interested in,
Are those imprinted on your questioning lips.

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