A Poets Seduction

"Girl, I'm going work it out on you so good
bang your back out so bad
like you always wished a dude would!
I'll have you cummin from foreplay
lickin down low tongue play"

He gave me images like these
say'in he'd have me down on my knees
panties wet
leaving me thoroughly pleased
that he'd touch all the right spots
show me just what he got

Body bangin like
LL i fell under his spell
kept imagining being up under him
while he was doin it... doin it well.
body rock
somebody trying to knock these boots
pulling hair from the roots
tasting the fruits
of my very existance
what is his preference?


He is a poet, using lyrical seduction
step by step instruction
in Kama Sutra and the intimate arts
his words pulled at my heart
and impassioned my groin
wet my inner thighs with his voice
sweat on my brow
he leaves me no choice

I am a poet
and I respond with verse
I want him to love me first
kiss me with passion fire and desire
take me somewhere higher

reach beyond the physical means
give me
metaphysical romance
archaic substance
dream life reality
can he really handle me?

I can take this
out side of the box
if he has the KEY
to my LOCK
if he can
make my heart STOP
then he can claim my spot

He is a poet
matching the cadence of my flow
perfectly tracing the ratio
of breasts to hips
of eyes to lips
and if he sips
the sweetness of my pantheon
i shall be drawn in
by a gifted poet
and his
pussy poem.