Erotic Thoughts

Thoughts  
 
crowd my mind  
like hookers on the prowl  
after midnight  
all  
pushing for that spotlight  
 
so I must write...  
 
As filthy images come crawling  
out of me in a fevered pitch of need  
 
I must write  
 
and  you  
must read  
these torrid words  
of passion in parallel universes  
 
You see  
 
I almost came  
when I wrote your name in cursive  
wanted to spread my ..thoughts.. wide  
to entice you  
to write me  
and cover the expanse  
of time and space  
 
I cant wait  
to write about your waist    
and mine  
sublimely combined  
between  each verse  
and line  
between each rhythm and rhyme  
I implore you  
 
write to me  
Because I adore you.