As the Poet Seduces He's Seduced

What naughty fun it is, to seduce you with my quill
To pen those saucy, overpowering words that sweep you off of your feet

Each line like a dripping ice cube run down the back of your neck
Making you long desperately for the next tingling sensation

For in this world of fantasy there are no rules, taboos
You and I can be who we want, embrace what we need

Sometimes you're a wench on a pirate vessel, hopeless outnumbered
Taken repeated in every way by dirty, sweaty, smelly men

Other times you are seduced by a stranger all dressed in black
Your eyes catch each other's and the light just right for sparks to ingnite

My personal favorite, the love slave adorned in shiny chains
Submitting for my every whim and evil desire

As I pen and poet, I see you in my mind's eye before the monitor
Reading each word with breathless anticipation hoping I take you where you so want to go

I imagine each reaction, face flushing, breath deepening
As each word is like a caress, a playful tickle of seduction

Vivid in my vision are nipples blossoming against your blouse, tan smooth legs crossing to conceal your emerging dampness

Finally you can take it no longer, you must relent
Whether it is with your lover or by gentle probing digits

Regardless I have the satisfaction that this time the seduction is mine
Your shuddering orgasm my rightfully won reward

But it now becomes my turn for physical gratification
For the poetic seduction is truly complete as I feel like Don Giovannai after his latest conquest