The Love Language

The love language that spews from between their delicate lips creates a passionate longing dwelling deep within the cavity of my abdomen. A line of reality separates the emotional merging and a quiet ache causes me to double over in an isolated pain. Unbearable sensations of seclusion casting shadows of discouragement infuse a yearning for home a portion of consistency a constant covering of compassion. Whisper again just once more idioms that will burn away the layers of conquest fade away the bitter rising of segregation falling upon my shoulders thrashing the softness into barren fields of waste. Whisper again once more and watch the adversary flinch, whither and vanish beneath the strength of their dialect and evaporate like that of a wilting mist as I rise up to translate their diction inhaling the succulent taste pasting its life upon my bosom slipping into an existence of sweet indulgence wrapped up in them my love language.