As you sit
On your mind needs to be
If you want to make love to a poet
Trust...
You need to make love to a poet
One can spit words that would make you dream of cumming
The pictures painted on the frontal of your mind would have your legs open
You fingering yourself or your johnson as hard as a pole
Make love to a poet
Between us two
I can feel the Kinesthetic Imagery
And as you fight the sexual attraction
My utterances plays visuals in your mental that only a poet can create
I make the space between us dissipate
And a sensual touch to your skin with my lips I place
Have you ever made love to a poet
You will tonight
Close your eyes
As I whisper symbolisms in your ear
Make your blood boil and your heart race
Slow is the pace
Metaphorically speaking
I make legs spread
Like margarine to bread
And male or female
I make you beg for head
An Odic Tease
Your breathing is heavy
As kama sutra allusions pass from my lips
And tingling melodic devices move through my finger tips
Feel Me
And watch the movies behind your lids
As I interject...
That which makes you shrink back
And Gasp
Auditory of your sounds
Gustatory of the love in your loins and on your lips
Tactual love making
This is the copulation of a poet
And the subject of choice
Picked to feel the pleasures of my touch, my tongue, my voice
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