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I wanna fuck u a poet

I want to fuck yo...
a poet
I want to suck stanzas
from your skin
Lick lyrics from lips
parted in desire
And taste tangy tankas
when I go down on you.
We might even write
a new haiku…
I want to fuck a poet.
I want to feel
the beat as
Head meets breast
Rhythms ripple
from erect nipples
While tongue dances
Finding the perfect cadence
as it teases
And pleases
I want to fuck a poet.
I want you
To spit spoken word
On my mic
So our night
Would be full of
Rhythm and flow...
We rock in rhythm
Until sonnets flow
from swaying hips
Then flip the script
As you flip your slit
Presenting your assonance
And I enter you from behind
Penetrating you with
My rigid rhymes…
I want to fuck a poet.
I want onomatopoeic orgasms
Want ooohs and aaahs
And uh
A climax that’s coming...
Climbing the scales in octaves
So strong that the waves
Become hyperbolic
Exaggerated sonics
That can be heard
For miles around…
cause, see…
I want to fuck a poet!

I want her beautiful mouth to claim my nipples
Making me speak stanzas in a language only known to lovers.
I want the rhythms of her verses to make my body
Dance to the song only she can sing.
I want to fuck a poet.
I want her stanzas to stand strong as I enter her lines
Demanding me to match her words with my expressions.
I want to explore the
Iambic pentameter of her heaven given rhythms
Matching my cadence to her
As we spiral ourselves into
Haikus of complete
I want to fuck a poet.
Create limericks that can only be spoken
By the sounds our bodies
As we entwine ourselves into moist pleasures
only imagined by the greatest lovers of all times.
I want to fuck a poet.
Perform rhythmic verses that flow from my center
Drowning you in lines that satisfy your guilty pleasures.
I want to feel the thunderous climax to your story…
Leaving us satiated and limp in each other’s arms.
Hearing the
Yes… yesssss… yesssssssss…
That is why...
I want to fuck yo...a poet...
Written by Asani
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