Literary Lover

 

His words are amazing, dazing
Dazzling discourse
Sleek and sexy as a high class gigolo
He penetrates her mind
 
His a honeyed symphony
Of well worn witticisms
Perfectly practiced platitudes
Seductive as eve’s serpent
 
Discussing Chaucer and Keats
His are careful deceits
He lets her play with Hemingway
Pronounces on purple prose
 
His every word a delicious peach
Some succulent, some saucy
Some insanely plain
Yet each carefully crafted
 
To reduce her defences
Titillate her intellectual senses
She feels her pulse quicken
Wants to make his manhood thicken
 
Wet patch spreading in her literary drawers
Says ‘Oh professor, take me I’m yours’
But, eyes closed, wine glass in hand
Her seducer now quietly snores