Practicing for Your PhD. Defense

While talking
I walk my fingers
to the center
of your elbow's space
from atop your hand,
palm side down.

Your flighting words
encourage me
for while you speak philosophy
enumerating
the clouded cloak
of deconstructed introspections
and the deflowered notes
of philological remains,
my steady rising
pheromonic responses
increasingly engage.

How am I to maintain
the delineated senses
when all about me
hovers like
an eagle's ghost
entreating me
olfactorily
to sidle slide
and whiff
the fragrance
of your syllogistic
meanderings?

To keep the tone,
I lift your skirt
and begin the play
and touch
the heaven
of my tongue.

Even while denuding you
of all your clothes
and leaning back
and tracing the very perimeter
of your silken tender wet
and lilting lips,
permutations
of your nakedness,
you full on make appeal
to your stated theme.

And I,
a glutton
for the conversation,
glide myself
into the open resource
of all things glad,
and you,
mounted and appealing
to the scope
and sequenced quest
for all things academic
only then
closed eyes
as if to reminisce
and think returning
only to then
launch
full bore
into the message
of your meaning.

During a full on rendition
of your thesis,
you are magnificent
and teach me all of life.

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