Words, tiny pricks
In the skin, grating
Sharp they dig in
Every sentence, pulling
Me into an embrace
Touches, these syllables
Breathless and gasping
I am served, watching
The world slow down
Paragraphs become bodies
Defining, as I lay down
Promising a story
Filing my veins, creating
Lust in eyes
And I remain breathless
Words, seducing
Clamping down, drinking
Me in completely
And this is