Never Reaching the End

[Jezie]

I heard she grew up to marry
a short glass of white milk kind of guy,
but back then she was in my arms:
pink tulip skin, edible nipples
She would rub her curls against my neck,
slurp small beads of sweat from my nose
When words failed us,
we spoke only in vowels:

ahhh, you
ohhh, you

The Moody Blues had nothing
we never heard before

Line two is a little confusing to me, but oddly like it. Each time I have read over it, it brings a slightly different image to mind. I have to agree that edible nipples should be avoided... But the line itself works... Slurp is a hard word in this, and I am not sure of the image it brings... One slumps spaghetti noodles, soup off a spoon, and all sorts of things... So the image I ended up with is way too much sweat just running off narrator's nose... I love the lines
"When words failed us
we spoke only in vowels"
The rest is a bit excessive... And again like the nipples too much...
Enjoyed the read over all, thanks