WANNA MAKE LOVE TO A POET

I wanna make love to a poet
This night below the stars
Let the universe witness the healing of my scars
I wanna kiss her lips, soft and tender
I wanna kiss them, deeper and longer
Till I bring to life the words that died on them
I wanna wage war of tongues
I wanna glide mine in her mouth
Lick all the sweetness from the words she talks of in silence
And paint them in my heart
So that she keeps knocking at it,
every time she wants to write a new poem...
I wanna make love to a poet
Right under the blue elm
In the shade that she created upon my head
I wanna hold her close
Just as she holds unto her pen
Stroke through her hair, down to her feet
Just as she strokes through the pages of my heart
Guide my tongue thru her body inch after inch
Mess around with her hormones
Just as she does with words
Make her drip wet
Just as she does the pages
Numb her feelings
Kill her own self
And later bury her in my arms
Just as she does my heart with her poems
I wanna make love to a poet
Bring to resurrection her demons
Make 'em worship me
And seduce her muse too into a threesome
I wanna make love to a poet
Hold her against the wall
Choke her
Make her moan my name
So silent, the walls will run deaf
I wanna make love to a poet
Spread her legs out wide
Just as a painter does a canvas
And with a paintbrush at hand,
Smear her with love of magical colors
I wanna make love to a poet
I wanna juggle her booty,
Just as she does with syllables to create ass-onnance
I wanna be more than just her rhyme, I wanna be her ride
I wanna thrust her hard, and deep
Till she masters my name to her lips,
like lyrics of her favorite jam
I wanna make love to a poet
This night, under the stars
Let the universe witness the healing of my scars
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