I have this odd fascination with mouths, the shape and curve... I've noticed it in my writing. I spend a weird amount of time on mouths...and voices. I instantly like people that can talk well, even if they're talking about nothing. There's one kid in my 203 class...I just like to hear him talk. It's usually pretty intelligent stuff, but his voice and the way he talks are just amazing. Even if he's answering someone else's question, it feels like he's talking to you. When he is talking to you, you feel like the only person in the room. But anyway, I talked to some boy, not the 203 one, a little bit ago that made even the one-cent words sound exquisite. Cute too, but taken...like all the good ones are. Here's a shitty haiku I just threw together, just about this kid's voice;
A voice, vibration,
like soft lips kissing soft legs,
between white silk sheets.
Shit. That was way more sexual than I intended. I think it's because I thought about watching Unfaithful today which is the hottest movie ever made. Lets try again...
A voice, vibration,
like soft lips skimming soft legs
it melts into skin.
Again, sexual. Not as much as the last one though. I don't know what my preoccupation with legs is. Maybe that last scene from Pirates of the Caribbean 3 where Will kisses Elizabeth's leg? Let's try one last time..
His melt-in-your mouth
voice. Skimming the skin, idly
with finger tip.
Eh. Not satisfied. But, I'm going to sleep anyway.
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