All in my head

I wish I could write the perfect poem
Which explains the ardor and desire
Place all the perfect lines at your feet
To ignite your torrid fires

If I could every sentence would build
To a fevered, sensuous pace
So at the end you would be awakened
Maybe even flush in the face

Not a word would seem contrived or trivial
No doubt they are for you
A description of consensual intimacies
Quite clear in what we would do

It would explain each stimulus and response
From the first smile to when we part
But in way that would leave to craving
Participation in our joint work of art

A vivid word play that includes all senses
As we engage in erotic bliss
Leaving nothing still wanted
Checked off all those things on your list

Finally it bring an arousal
With a climax in anticipation of me
Wishing I was in you yesterday
So nice a place for us to be!