AGAIN AND AGAIN YOU ARE MY POEM

REALITY

Thoughts of you continually
race through my mind
soliciting from my heart
poetic words, thoughts,
and verbal expressions
felt in every fiber of
me hungry soul.
Sparks ignite nitro
volumes in wetting my
dry and hungry mouth,
as my feet move in the
steps of a flamingo dancer
serenading a lover in
body chemistry directing
the next steps and moves.
OH,
my poem. Oh, my poem;
bind me with your ropes
of words so tight that
I'll never be released.
YOU,
yes YOU alone are
MY true poem...lover!
I cannot be free from
your gifts of words,
touches and deep meaning.
YES, a thousand YESES:
You are my original poem;
a gift from Eros who never
makes a mistake in placement.
Meet me at the Kissing
Place and let me read
you from nose to toes.
OKAY?