Infatuation

Is it wording Infatuation
Or a stretch of my imagination
I try not to fall prey to its trepidation
For me it’s all about mental stimulation
Readers enjoying the abyss of my nakedness with words of revelations
Without the emotional thrusting penetrations
No heart to mind stipulations
Under the ruse of carnal salvation
Interlocking passion in honey dripped narrations

Words, for which I’ve always lived by
When my mind is flowing free and high
Once I crash back down to earth
I’m always on the hunt for someone to stand me back up; give me cerebral and emotional rebirth
As a woman and as an author
Ivy League educated Scholar
Read me in the dark, pleasing and teasing you to make you holler

This life has always been my passion
Flowing words in books, poems, novels, in shipshape and Bristol fashion
However, when I’m stuck, and my muse is on vacation
I need mental stroking without the polarization
Done behind a private invitation
When credit is due
I will ultimately pursue
If I tell you that
Trust that fact

Therefore, once I hook you in regards as I do
Where you can have your cake, ice cream, and eat me too
Kissing you with my points of views
Sensations seeping as I’m spinning you
Licking you up and down through-and-through
Emotions soon to pursue

You walk away standing as you came
No blame games
Under my name
I’m in the corner now, satisfied, yet, all alone
Closing my eyes hoping to hear another caressing song
Waiting to sit back on another hard throne
Crown with no loyal expressive sentiments, somewhat feeling dethroned

As much as I try, I still silently ask myself why
Am I still the apple of your eyes
Once considered a blessing in disguise
Pulitzer Prize
Words to the wise
For a relentless mind, egotism and eroticism does reside
Hungry to tell
Sweet destiny to be under one’s spell
Come out and play, allow me to draw you out that shell