giving you pleasure

Her poetry has inspired me
To write and illustrate my writings
She brought the writing out of me
And encouraged it to develop
My erotic paintings was  
what brought
Our friendship on
And then she led me to her poetry
So full of lust and want for carnal pleasure
Some times she writes a poem full of yearning
And I it illustrate
to please her much
To this poet it is the combination
Of words and art
That gives the pleasure
To us both
For me to know that what she sees and reads
Creates erotic motions deeply felt
That gives me pleasure
I can’t be near her
We live so far apart
And so she’ll never know  
How good I am
But when she looks at the picture here
She feels MY hand between her legs
It’s there to give her pleasure
It’s probing, searching for that special place
That is so sensitive
She feels my hand and takes it in her own
And gives a guided tour  
Of inner depths
She helps me find the spots
That wants attention
It wanders in and out
At rapid pace
But then it rests before the climax peak
And leaves just one finger on the tip
And lets that finger draw a circle
Round and round
And on and off the tip
Just like a feather brush
I hear her scream of pleasure
She begs me now
To rub it hard, and harder
And even more
Until the very end
I think she has the answer now
I made her mind believe
That her hand was mine
Now, does that make me  
as good as my poetry?