But I love his mouth
Hidden in his whiskers.
He doesn't realize the joy
or calculate the power
When I hear him whisper.
Could he press my soul harder?
Even if he tried?
Could he hypnotize my spirit?
It's not his words, nor sounds
Not his song or verse.
His lips, my kryptonite.
- Jude Stringfellow 11/1/2020
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