Novastarchild

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 plane aroused contour With pleasure filled fantasies writing on your Honeyed skin; tastes of budding succulence Building from the ladder of your emergence From dreamlike slumber to writing climax Orgasmic words are the finest aphrodisiacs So when you feel my pen tantricly lift up I'll mount you Lover while I sensuously touch And moan each tatto