Aye wus goin t tell'er abowt deesyre n howe prrfect wus er ‘and, fragyll as a see-hoarse n smooothe as er hahnrrr — Aye ad plannnd tooo, tooo reher-zuh, wuhthoot a spek o slf-conshuzznezz, to git tooo reddee, Aye wahhhnted tooo, tooo tell mye swee-tee thitt Aye luhhvd ‘er, evvree bit o ‘er, Aye wahhhnted to eeet ‘er rye-tup an eeeer ‘er mrrrmrrr uh-ginnst mye skinn, in thh tenntt o mye liffftd ‘art unndrr the matchzz-lless skye of th jussst sing-gyoullerr moooon tht ‘ungh uhbuvv uhss. Peeer-lesz she wuz in allll the fermamant-ay-shun, uh prrfect ‘art, no kutt Venee-shun ghlasses er eeekwul. N she brawwht er lipps tooo myne an Aye thawttte owenely a werrmm woood knott telll er butt then peaches Aye ffelt n mye gutt n er ‘and on mye tchest n th moooon in mye ‘art: Aye nooo shee nooo all-reddee an ehnee whirrdz Aye ad forr er cood bee lefft unsed beecusz th heeet frum mye skin on ers wus mehsidge eenuff.
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Inspired by a random collection of words from Meg Pokrass and the desire to be inchoate about desire.
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