Make me your poem

You have created words so eloquently
Twisting and turning to get inside of me
It started off sweet
With a haiku poem
5-7-5
I should have known

Then you went to a sonnet
What are you doing to me?
Those words in AB AB
Set so dreamily

Then you thought it would be cute
You said a dirty limerick
Something along the lines of
Wanting your dick slick

You switched it up and went into
Free verse
I was face up, then flipped in reverse

There was an Ode somewhere
At least that what I remember
An Ode to pummel me into next December.

As speed and thrusts ignite your imagination
Some words fell out in syncopation
Your are my beginning
You are my end
You are my middle
You make me transend

As I climb higher
Engulphed with us alone
Spiraling in the reality
You made me your poem