DO ME WITH YOUR POEMS

MY
body aches and
waits for your poetic
word to reach my
eyes, ears, and soul,
which automatically creates
standing at attention by both
of our desires and hunger.
MY
skin starts to feel the surge
of warmness when you
write those vulgar and graphic words
of what you want and how you'll
go beyond the boundaries of
past wildness's.
YOUR
description of covering me
very slowly with lingering licks
and kisses from my nose to toes,
has the orbit of desire at
and explosive level as I
try to refrain from hand molesting.
OH
do me over and over with your
poems, your words, your amazing
gift of erotic stimulation with words.
Let's meet at the Kissing Place and
we'll do each other all night with
poetic words. I'm UP for it, are you?