Poets aim

Poets aim

Do I write the magic words that will get you nice and wet, do I Inspire you to touch yourself or even better yet

 Do you get the urge to dress up, even though you're all alone, then take some sexy pictures on your mobile phone

Then to send them to your poet, for when he's on his own, so he can see your gorgeous curves, sent down to his phone

Do you read my stanzas, do they take you to your place, do they fuel your desires, do they make your heart just pound and race

 Can you feel the wetness forming between your thighs, do you touch your sacred place, do you release soft sexual sighs

 Fingers strumming on your clit, do you wish that they were mine, in your mind I've shared you, it's been written down in rhyme

 My lips have touched your body, I've drank your sweetest wine, my tongue as lapped up every drop, your pussy's so devine

 Can my poetry touch you, though we're miles apart, can my lines captivate and seduce you, reach deep into your heart

 Seducing you with my poetry I guess that is my game, wrapping you in silken words, is a poets aim

Ron