A Poets Power

Your lips tease me marking a path of fire down my neck
leaving me thrusting with desire in my seat
so powerful and smooth with each word you speak
tounge playfully dancing to the beat
your eyes bore into me from across the room
eyes that could kill but only soothe
telling me ill get my turn
be patient
i listen closely to the sound of your voice
the way it holds a certain power over the room
stopping everyone in there track
i want a piece of that for myself
one i could take home and cherish
i want to feel the rough hands that worked all night
to create such a smyphony
melting against mine
words quickly tumble out my mouth
as try to introduce myself
a smile lights his eyes
and my heart throbs
it was then when i realized a poets power....