Never Reaching the End

[ellajam]

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

Hi, 71, I like this, it does a good job of bringing back the sweaty sex to the soundtrack of the times. L2 would appeal to me more if I hadn't heard a similar phrase but it does a a good job of being unimpressed with with her choice.

I love what others don't, slurp/small/sweat.

She would rub her curls against my neck,
slurp small beads of sweat from my nose

These lines for me, taken with the Moody Blues, evoke an open and deep involvement in the moment.
I like the vowels too, thanks for the read, I continue to enjoy it.