Ha, fooled you...
This is not a poem,
but I have this burning desire to create the most amazing,
erotically saturated burst of verse,
and I need a muse to help me release
the magma bubbling below the surface
of my cage of quivering flesh...
I need a pair of eyes to gaze into,
a heart beat to sync up
with my own beating orb,
chest to breasts,
arms embracing backs,
tongues teasing in a tasteful tango,
scents filling the air,
making their way through our tingling noses
until filling our lungs feeding two hearts
with pounding desires.
I need to feel inspired
for our toes to clasp
as hands with digits adding up to ten.
Lover come, let nothing hold you at bay,
allow nothing to keep you away,
bring me the words of sweet verse
that no lover of erotic writings can resist to read.
Be the ink in my pen and the paint on my brush,
let me express my creativity all over your nakedness,
in colors of lust and streaks of red frenzy.
Let my words be your thoughts
as I write your eruption in a geyser of desire
that rains passion drenched pain
into a pool of pleasure that binds me to you
with an unbreakable chain.
Come, take my hand and guide the lines from my mind
To the page of imaginings etched on sheets of white pine
Expose your soul so that mine can be whole
For without you, all that I am
Is some guy with a pen in need of control

05/29/2015

Posted on 05/31/2015
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