Seducer by S.P.
We are linguists.
We use words for seduction.
Every utterance brings us nearer.
Aspirin, violin, juice-tea, you, me, vanity.
Doors, echoes, steps, walks, walls, whispers, dignity.
Hiding sarcasm in smiles we match word for word.
Your red lips turn crimson when they twist.
To stop my words you come closer.
Your face nearly touches mine.
Lips and tongues and words.
Your special seduction.
Another sentence would have collapsed us.
You would have placed your lips on mine.
We would have entangled in a kiss.
In the kiss that is forbidden.
It could have been mine.
But I pulled back.
I backed out.
Backed out.
Out.
We use words for seduction.
Every utterance brings us nearer.
Aspirin, violin, juice-tea, you, me, vanity.
Doors, echoes, steps, walks, walls, whispers, dignity.
Hiding sarcasm in smiles we match word for word.
Your red lips turn crimson when they twist.
To stop my words you come closer.
Your face nearly touches mine.
Lips and tongues and words.
Your special seduction.
Another sentence would have collapsed us.
You would have placed your lips on mine.
We would have entangled in a kiss.
In the kiss that is forbidden.
It could have been mine.
But I pulled back.
I backed out.
Backed out.
Out.