Tremble

My neighbor is velvety and kicks serious game. So sweet garlic refuses to hang tight in his mouth. He pulls women to his wide chest each time as if he's won the Lotto. He rocks them gently and gentler. My neighbor is a master spooner. He knows not of desire, but only the rules of engagement. He says,I miss having Skype on all night so I can listen to your breathing. He floats in his museum, of gams, drifting from frame to frame.