Impediment

With my tongue, I'll trace the outline of your body, In Verbatim. The easing of flaws seen as imperfect. Perfected in my eyes. The truth revealed of how much I enjoy you. With my tongue there is no eraser, no lead. Leaving you just as you are. As I wouldn't change a thing, Sympathize with my tongue as it longs to drown you. To taste your heart in the purest form. Each throb echoing through your skin. Should the only sound be heard, a sigh of relief in the ripples of drowning, The sound of your name leaving my lips. No other noise is more enticing