Indigo Hair Lolita

A late night poetry reading of a sort            
your laptop warms your thighs and silky charms          
as you read my sultry lines one by one by one                
feeding your most lusty addiction for my words              
   
Closing your eyes you picture your beloved poet  
imaging my face, my voice, my prowess          
recalling your favorite of my lines of seduction                                              
licking your lips to match other hidden moistness                                              
                                               
The single rap on the door startles your upright                                              
reminding you of your outgrown yet feigned innocence        
as you close your most cherished poem of mine                                                
turning off the bedroom light and lying back wanton                                              
                                               
In the darkness you are painted shadowy blueish                                              
succumbing to your beastlike desires unashamed                                              
shedding your Hello Kitty T-shirt and girlhood inhibitions    
becoming once again my indigo hair Lolita most divine                                              
                                               
You begin by wetting your shaky greedy fingers                                              
then trace small teasing circles about your buds                                              
feeling the swelling and the accompanying ache                                              
breathing slowly and ever so deeper with desire                                              
                                               
Even now I see your teasing descent into decadence  
deft digits wander on their own so knowing the way                                              
playfully tickling downy hair that's carefully trimmed                                              
becoming glistening coated with your trickling honey                                              
                                               
Lingering at the fragrant source of your drippingness                                              
you glide a finger the length of your pouting lips                                              
pretending to beckon me to become the roguish cad                                              
mounting you with wild abandon crushing your flower                                              
                                               
The stage is set, the fantasy fully unleashed                                              
you insert and probe with a skilled practiced precision                                              
an accompanying diddle at your most secret place                                              
flooding you with color and tingling everywhere                                                
                                               
Feverous frenzy at the cusp of eros ever dangling                                              
almost ready to ... go ... over ... the ... cliff                                              
"So ... are you writing me another poem" she crescendos                                              
my blue haired fantasy collides with my redheaded reality