She Is The Speech I Was Speaking Of Poem by Jason PraTT

she was the speech I was speaking of
thus the hide her words shall sway
not within love, lustful instead about pages

a speaker of seduction, enchantress of my manhood
seeking exchange fleshly bliss, breaths and body parts
into lapping, which

will not derail my indulges about her access
so sexually, entering her pleasures
bidding her bucking in bites

for the voices are remembered, the fluted screams
of her exhausted taunts
the demure breath of her flames