THE TOOL I USE FOR SEX

(a sonnet)
 
My love is like the tool I use for sex
The more we use our mouths, the more it grows
With uttered moans and twisted tongues erects
And fills it full expelling lovers’ flow
 
Of words and thoughts that spray and stain the page
To bring about my lover’s stains as well
Though her flow’s softer brought in softer rage
Her stains would buckets fill with more to tell
 
About our love its climaxes abound
Each back and forth can sound a diff'rent song
Sometimes it’s line on line with verse surround
At others, hers then mine, our parts belong
 
Together when we share our staining time
That comes like sex in flows of streaming rhyme