Four Compass Points

Plead guilty to thinking of a love letter  
you possessing traits I find admirable and sexy  
but what foolish game runs a ten k in my head  
of a woman I know via a site  
 
A woman whose words not only inspire erotic impulses  
but who somehow finds value in some of my most explicit creations  
commands the mechanics of proper English  
but speaks the language of raw bodily responses  
 
And so all parts of the compass enagage my imagination  
my mouth going East to whisper in her ear  
naughty intentions of penetration and oral fixations  
 
Due West in direction to her fingers and guiding the need  
found in my throbbing unit  
and curious as to where she prefers the release  
 
North to the lips glistening and moist  
pressing my own to a rewarding lock  
the scent uniquely female elevating thirst  
 
South to the golden honey coated center  
lack of explicit dramatic coloring  
still valued by the moans and variations in breathing  
 
And so consummation of what is limited to online exchanges  
drive me to further madness