masticate

bizarre rations I limit my passions
in the sexual theater
I am chaste of vision

unless I become a strung-out pervert
trust I've been that way before
getting turned on at church
you could say I was feeling the spirit
instead of shouting and dancing
I came in my panties

envisioning you sexy poets
with your melodic words
wow creamy essence
flowing from my intellect
to my womanly parts

masticating words are my thing
I chew them over in my mind
an orgasmic twist innuendos
are sexiest when they bite

your verbiage is so exotic
I am sure to get lured into your stories they intoxicate
your phrases linger in my mind
and when I've waited until I bear no more
my ecstasy delivers me into orgasmic bliss
ps a guilty pleasure I love it when you piss me off
my face turns crimson and I want to hate fuck

so if by chance you happen to write about me
remember I'm entranced by that