You asked how poets make love with words I decided to show you not by mouth or curves.. Tonight I'll write my poetry across the canvas Of your body, my willing blinded accomplice Expressing my innermost secret desires. Planning every word's placement my pen attires Your angled and smooth contour With pleasure filled fantasies writing on your honeyed skin; Tastes of budding succulence Building from the ladder of your convergings From dreamlike slumber to writhing climax Orgasmic words are the finest aphrodisiacs So when you feel my pen_is tantricly lift up I'll write in… Read more
