Building in the night

Building in the night

Awake in the dead of night, all alone and laying on my bed, snippets of poetry pop in and out my head

A line here a few words there, slowly stanzas begin to form, I will have a poem about you before I greet the dawn

Some stanzas will be soft and gentle, some kinky and quite rough, all paying homage to you, though i can't seem to write enough

Saying how I adore your beauty, how your curves have me hypnotised, how I'd love to spend my life nestled in between your thighs

Lines filled with adoration, words coming from deep within my heart, saying how you're on my mind, though we're dreams apart

Statements describing your body, naming certain parts of you after flowers, I could ramble on forever, my poems could go on for hours

But soon they fall into line, each word finds its natural place, I just hope when you read them, they put a smile upon your face

Ron