He said he was a poet

He said he was a poet
 
and I'm a sucker for a man with an aching pen  
and a knack for ink and wordplay,
so I let him use me as his empty page
to scribe electric words on my fluid body and skin
that left me writhing in absolute
numbness,
euphoria,  
from words crafted by the breath of his imaginative lips,
leaving volumes and volumes of the melting hours,
in perfect synchronicity with his body vernacular,
till no inch of me was left unwritten,
as he smirked at his speechless, gasping masterpiece.
 
not bad for a poet.