Poem

A poem

composed

for her alone

A page

of intricate lace

filled with words

softer than

a feather bed

to wipe away

tears trapped inside

her heart and head

~

I write my sins

as dirty poetry

upon her skin

to let the world know

I lust for debauchery

and dangerous love

I imbibe in carnality

sipping on darkness

for I am not a daydream

but your all

~

Dipping in my inkwell of thoughts

tempted beyond reason

penning desires

in orgasmic discourse

of carnal wishes granted

as I lick verbs in hunger

to peruse my script

gripping sheeted pages

to uncover her masturbation pleas

drinking in the lustful pleasures

of my deep belly growls