I am a broken poet

I am a broken poet

If I was really capable I'd just nail you too the wall, give you my entire body, I'd share with you my all

But I'm a broken poet, who can only seduce with a rhyme, so I choose my words carefully, I want to make you mine

Lines full of tenderness some with a subtle hint of lust, cheeky snippets of desire, to make you smile's a must

Touching you with stanzas, doing the things my broken body cannot do, making love to you with my mind, though my passions strong and true

Words of seduction describing all my feelings of desire, hoping to ignite in you a deep wild hunger and a lustful fire

Whispers across the void, I pour pure honey in your ear, secrets and fantasies designed to bring you near

All these things I send to you, whilst I'm here on my own, come from deep inside my heart, then written on my phone

So though I can't touch your body, I'm broken and we're worlds apart, don't doubt the things I write, they came straight from my heart

Ron.