The Virgin Poet

Can you be so kind and take off the remaining attire for me    
A naughty showing in all my bare essence once this bra drops way past my knees  
I’m Sapiosexual drawn to a handsome poet no who cares about    
It’s like an addiction to draw upon his naked canvas with my sultriness no doubt    
Mm…more dick to feel inside as he’s ramming the inner core of my mind in the dark    
Pussy getting wetter with his mental strokes, feening for him to complete me like a work of art    
   
His hands upon my temple, his lips coveting my silken south    
Words of passion, lust, ecstasy floating from his mouth    
Submitting me to his smooth lines no one has ever heard about, his caramel coated words    
Seducing me with his hushed poetic stanzas, sexually chatting, dildo humming past the rise of the early birds    
   
Masterfully spinning me in his web, like I’m something new    
Then spreading my legs wide, and tasting my carnal food    
Planting slow kisses down the alignment of my back    
His fingers, darting inside the abyss of my butter rum smearing it on his lips, his ultimate snack    
   
Taming me for his mental little whore    
Once the door closes, my clothes is dropping to the floor    
Sliding my leather chair up to my desk    
Legs gapped open awaiting for his alluring verses to make my pussy steamy and wet    
   
Words between two minds, pouring, merging    
Sexual illusions, fantasies, desires of the mind steadily purging    
Getting his thoughts worked up to a hard bone    
Juices seepage, both of us mentally far gone    
Moans and groans heard in the space of our creative worded songs    
   
A need a virgin poet    
Who can beautifully fuck my mind, intoxicating it like he’s sipping on some smooth Moet    
Than make me tap my keys, as my heart bleeds    
My bold words in italic telling him of my kinky needs    
Then stop drumming his replies, his point of views and allow my climax to run free    
Telling me, it’s his mouth that wishes to tastes my silken butter rum creed    
Smearing my glossed remnants on my computer screen    
   
After he’s mentally fucked me advising me he’ll taste me in his wet dreams    
Then drown his dick inside my sweet centered cream    
   
Mm… in his aroused state of typing, he uncontrollable spurts    
The vision within my lines to him, I have seductively worked    
Mm… have you ever been under my spell    
Sliding in and out my mind, legs wrapped your imagination, gripping it tight, oh so well    
Needing you to mentally fuck me over and over again, pleasurable whispers swinging inside me like a bell
Climaxing for you, after your release, shhh... just never tell    
   
The Virgin Poet