Poetry for Ass

It appears that I’m misusing my talents
And tipping the scale all outta balance
Only out for personal gain, for personal fame and bedroom names
 Serving you up poetry for ass, as my morals clash
Never thought a body count could accumulate so fast
Like moths to flame, the lovers came
Arrived with diamonds between their thighs, and devil emoji’s in their eyes
To me this was all a surprise for my poetry to become a sex enterprise
Unintentionally, spine tingling
 Brain fingering, now curiosity’s lingering  
 Tasted my words with their lips and slowly minds started to slip
Causing a rock in their hips, making juice start to drip
That was not my intent the words that I sent
Were not to be bent, to turn you on that’s not what was meant
So me spitting line after line, that rhymes is a crime?
I can’t help the attention, I just had to mention
I’m just doing me and you chose to read the poetry
What was given was received, not pursued but achieved    
I do it for the love and the story, would rather you ignore me
Admire from a distance and just support me
Accept it or reject it; take your pick
You can come get your fix or suck my poetic dick