MrM

Oh Mr M, such passion in your talk
speaking Of Promises Broken
Although we both know
You are in search of something to feel

You speak about that ‘Passion Fruit’
with your ink,  imagination flies
especially when you talk about
tightness and darkness in private places

you speak about the gentle touches
of white and black keys
I think about brown ones
Just like me

Reading about your soul lotion
and the soul kiss
a strange rhythm
beats somewhere within me

MusicallyMrM, your body talks
splattered ink
on screen
A Lust Interrupted.



*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*