ART IN POETRY

Come to me my craving of skin against thy flesh, for let us unshackle our thoughts and emotions and feelings, as we shred our most deepest subconscious thoughts as we slowly begin to compose a rhapsody of our own. For let ME be the pen and YOU be my paper, as we write upon our skin of our flesh words that need not be spoken from our lips, for there is art within poetry with the gyration of our bodies and lips as they slowly begin dancing with our tongues. As they meet in complete unison of subconsciousness and subliminal messages, manifesting the taste of our fragments of moments spent as intricately woven fabric of skin and flesh and blood. For as we descent into the depth of our subconsciousness reaching into the deepness of our mind and spiritual growth of our souls, I want to explore you as I unlock the lustful thoughts that whispers in your ears in the wee hours of the dead of night whispering, pulsating thoughts through the inescapable hunger and thirst that our bodies craves. For let us unshackle the true meaning of our growth and development, as we evolve through this beautiful moment of enlightenment and sensitive. As we are surrendering unwilling psychologically as well as mentally and emotionally and physically and spiritually. For let ME be the pen and YOU be the paper, like a blank canvas plain untouched and just waiting for the artistry touch  of a brush stroke of gentle hands against each of our skin and flesh creating an HYPNOTIZE MASTERPIECE OF ART IN POETRY.