No Words

No words,
But let your heart be gentle
Like a jelly,
Or your belly
When you laugh.
No words,
But lots of kisses,
And wet noses
Or damp crinkly toes’s
Like when we have a bath.
No words,
But smiling
At quick fags
Had by starlight
On your garden path.
No words,
Not when you hold me
And enfold me
Slip sliding
And colliding
When you warm me at your hearth.
No words
As your titties
Press against me
As our eagerness has ebbed
And we lie there
Breathing silence
To touch each others heart.

Art by Caroline Atkinson

Tony Crisp

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