When We...

He’s the tender reason to my alluring soft rhymes
The soft pages within me his passion scribbles upon
An intense proclamation with each heartbeat
As he deciphers the core meaning of my poetic DNA
Then he beautifully sets my mind free unto ether
To earthly bond with Mother Nature
 
The sweetest drippings from his lips
Tasting his lyrical offerings on my tongue
I fall unto his victor
The prey of his lust he hunts
The ecstasy of the thrill seeking he instills
Deciphering the deeper meaning of my written Morse Code
 
Like a diary
He bows unto the universal alliance of my thoughts
Magnifying them  
Acceptance in the echoes as kissed upon my skin they stain
 
Revering within the cadence of each coerced movement
Moaning against his sanctuary each heartfelt syllable
Turning me for his private viewing pleasure to relish
Like a fragile sepia page
Sliding his fingers in the creases of my pinkish folds  
 
Colorful spoken words his mouth promotes
Enthralling him with each new discovery he awaits
Reading my emotions
Acknowledging the content of my desires  
 
Fulfilling the blank flow of his hard pen
As it moves across my landing of my wanton pages for him to impart  
The signature of our bodies engraving rhapsody of our own history
For all to see and silently read its beautiful written pages in time