Spoken word seduction

What makes me so different? Than something you cut and paste off the net and stare at? Well, perhaps it is the worldliness I exude, or the incomparable way you can wield me, mother tongue: my sweet syllabic concatenations, elisions colliding into vowels—the consonantal drift. Movement of tongue together with saliva between teeth, rude touch of the velar fricative, the overwhelming buzz at the bridge of the mouth; your moist alveolar ridge, where the ells and tees and the zuzzes dwell.

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