Scales of Judgment

Is that what you truly feel about?
Is this what you, feel.
That my hotdog breath makes you impregnable!
Formal conversation that resonates like music doesn't...
plays on in the mind.
Only to penetrate the soul.
The sense of touch,
as you hold up the hair behind the
neck.
As my lips curling,
curl-and-placed,
upon the stretch of skin,
softly making
love
down the bridge of your spine.

Those hands I place,
help me caress the females
hips.

And we forever remember.