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
