My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry
Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?
Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?
Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas
A poetic tantra to My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry
Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?
Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?
Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas
A poetic tantra to induce a climaxing flowing river through your body
Because baby sweet nothings
are nothing
I’ve only just begun
First I start with your mind
Sharing words that entice your fantasies
Asking your self can it be?
Don’t stress love
It’s only Poetry
My version of Oral Sex
The greatest lover you ever met
Touching you metaphysically
Making you wet
Not your body first
But your heart I caress
No need to undress
As I address
How you make me feel
I want to interlock every word I conceptualize
Allowing my imagination to consume you
Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden
My poetry is starting to harden
I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics
I tend to get caught up with word play
Poetic Intercourse
In a room full of strangers
With the spotlight
On you
While I use soliloquies
To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations
The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words
Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul
As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance
Titalize with the tip of an adjective
I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive
And I tend to speak with my hands
So hold onto my words
As my fingers do the talking
Expressing what I’m truly wanting
Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb
Breathe slowly and take it in
It’s only poetry
My version of Oral Sex a climaxing flowing river through your body
Because baby sweet nothings
are nothing
I’ve only just begun
First I start with your mind
Sharing words that entice your fantasies
Asking your self can it be?
Don’t stress love
It’s only Poetry
My version of Oral Sex
The greatest lover you ever met
Touching you metaphysically
Making you wet
Not your body first
But your heart I caress
No need to undress
As I address
How you make me feel
I want to interlock every word I conceptualize
Allowing my imagination to consume you
Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden
My poetry is starting to harden
I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics
I tend to get caught up with word play
Poetic Intercourse
In a room full of strangers
With the spotlight
On you
While I use soliloquies
To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations
The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words
Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul
As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance
Titalize with the tip of an adjective
I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive
And I tend to speak with my hands
So hold onto my words
As my fingers do the talking
Expressing what I’m truly wanting
Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb
Breathe slowly and take it in
It’s only poetry
My version of Oral Sex
