semper amare locutus est verbum

dainty wrists
cuffed above  
your head  
exposed  
as i've  
always wanted  
 
gazing deep  
into your  
tearful eyes  
i smile smugly  
at the scene  
before me
 
black marker  
and "Deep Heat"
in hand  
oh little one  
my bare  
poetic page  
 
first i massage  
the cream on  
your nipples and clit
do you feel  
that lovely  
burning  
 
while you
wriggle  
squirm  
i write  
"My Byron Slut"
across your breasts
 
i whisper  
his swoon worthy words  
breathlessly in your ear
inbetween illicit  
commands  
to cum for me  
 
and the only  
way is to raise  
your pelvis  
to the  
quill
just above  
 
where you  
write your own  
poetry for me  
always love  
spoken  
word