Langorous Language

Your words blow through me like the wind through the trees
Nourishing me with your breath, filling me with your substance
I sway and am caught by your endearments, bedded by your whispers
Tickled by your golden tongue, I roll into your soliloquy
Only to be pounded by your firm language and vigorous verbiage
Satiated by your syllables, I curl up with curious commentary and quips
Drifting off to sleep to the sound of your sweet nothings in my ear