Their bodies had different tongues,
Their eyes made interpretations:
‘Touch me from my deepest emotions,
Take my hands to the skin am shy to,
Hold me like I was falling off a cliff,
Kiss me. Suck me out of my own body,
Crave for every last drop of my saliva,
Open my sweat pores with your glare,
Make me feel small and terrified tonight,
Yet enough to ensconce desires, my knight!’
“Different Tongues”
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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