Linguist

Gone now are the intimate words
that soothed your leery nerves, but
uttered goose-pimple-close
to private skin shaved smòoth
lit up the nerves silently needing
some dutiful respect lavished
and lingual stimulus
in a language without words.
Words were there at first.
Trivial yet deliberate.
Inciting the exciting.
Whispered under the ear
a scant distance
maybe a tickly hair-length away
before the lips pressed its speech inward.
Hands now clasped together firmly
as words cease,
due to my mouth's newest duty.
I feel you tremble,
two nude souls,
for you, not the norm.
But this to you I say,
before my tongue upon you lays,
be my woman, my oral concubine
endure the bliss overwhelming
By the hour of my tongue's exit
the quivering womb will be satiated
but still empty, wanting, tight.
I the full-on man, now,
have something else for that
that speaks not either.