“I like dappled hats,” she said <br />as she lit the incendiary device. <br /> <br />He enjoyed her wet diphthongs <br />on her nape, his frequency <br />modulator, his frenulum. <br /> <br />“You must warn me,” she said <br />as she manipulated the milibars. <br /> <br />He was engulfed by the heat <br />of her cardamom mouth, her amplitude, <br />her guttural declensions.<br /><br />Nick Carbo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speech-impediments/
