Quiet Quiet Silence Silence is tactic number one in analyzing what makes you go Dammmmmmmmmmn! Listening to your breath separate the sweat beads as they fall from your face gripping particles and cleansing the air / so I breathe faster to articulate that your style I understand as you gyrate 35 rpm then drop down to seven so you can push your moans through the canals of existence and be-come / Silently I listen to the blood crashing into the banks of your veins and pushing outward 'til the **** breaks...Dammmmmmmmmmm! you said / each letter held onto your tongue to make sure I ate the letter that preceded it and I begin to fill myself with your joy / I don't open my eyes because I want my imagi nation to practice drawing you each stroke an "OOoh" each finishing mark a clenched muscle of content energy spent you lay atop me limp held together by cellular attraction but satisfaction has changed your name to Cherry so I suck you 'til your calcium depleted and switch you so your backside can imprint the sheets / I do things in silence to hear your palms sweat and weep softly / I can hear your pheromones singing and see our scent dancing on the wicks exhalations sparkling the flame as if adorned by Orion's fingertips / SSsshhhh, can you hear what I hear? The morn is rounding the corner of the night to showcase you under the sunrays / quivering / the lone leaf on an ecstasy tree... do you fear of being exposed? Of seeing your shadow shatter from sheltered shaking hidden under the cloak of the night? Conception is near...what will you call your rainfall? SHE.