Poetically Speaking

Poetry is…
Me spilling my tea
Of me being free
From pent up emotions
It builds my desires
And my sensuality
It’s a release
That drips into a river
Much sooner than eventually

Poetry is…

Refreshing
It’s a reckoning
That connects me with nature
It’s my date on paper
It’s a connectedness
With the male, female or genderless
It’s my hub, my nest
My safe place to communicate
To explore, meditate
And get in my mind

Poetry is…

Kind to me
And allows me self expression
Connects me with nature
The elements and creatures
It allows me to dive deep in the sea

Poetry for me is…

Climaxing
Orgasms
Sweet kisses with strawberries
Melts me to my knees
Gets me in the mood
To treat, tease and please
It helps me revisit
My inner wants and needs
Submissively, dominantly
And ever so erotically
It inspires me to be
Naked in my thoughts
Exposing raw emotions