If I could tell you about him
If I had the words to shout his praise
I should shout from roof tops
of how he makes me feel
Here I am barely stirring,
awaiting the sun
to birth the new day
Yet his touch is visceral
rising to the melody
playing between my thighs
eyes still pressed closed
Yet my lips are parted in wanton agony
a slow tantalizing whisper
back arching,
driving him deep inside
surrendering moans
begging him,
again and again
make me his fool
as his electrified tongue
dances making me sing
a new song each day
And then
Then he plunders my soul
With his majestic throbbing shaft
Reaching, touching me
in places my fingers can’t reach
The depth of joy
when he paints me with his seed
But words fail me
they simply do not exist
But my love and lust
are new each morning
~
Will he understand?
this poem written
with a humble heart
in which I have secretly
hidden his name
The one who
stole my heart.
