An Entirely Made Up Poem Poem by Courtney B Miller

Lying together he spoke to me in German.
Which I imagine is not as romantic as being spoken to in French, but I loved it anyway and I loved him.
Lying together he studied the map of my body, and memorized every road that led to my heaven and he learned them well.
The rhythm of his tongue flooded my body and took over all of my senses sending vibrations through me like a muscle car.
And so we laid there traveling and speaking German.