I'm your Sapiosexual lover

I'm your Sapiosexual lover

Whilst you on your own at night, I'll come creeping into your head, planting seeds of kinkyness, from here inside my bed

Scenarios and fleeting images, will go rushing through your mind, sleazy, sexy or romantic, thoughts of every kind

My whispers will ensnare you, you'll get that ache starting down below, the yearning your body makes, your hands move too and throw

Reaching out across the void, you hunger for my touch, you imagine my head nestled deep inside your crutch

You are getting hotter, my word seeds, they start to grow, your orgasm starts blossoming, it builds up nice and slow

My words are going down on you, they start to lap your juice, each line kinkier than the one before, your desires running loose

My words sent to you in the night, as poems they're like no other, not only am I your erotic poet, I'm your Sapiosexual lover

Ron