Hand Written

I write my cursive words on you deft fingertips and shades of blue the place those phrases lead me to your arbors open for me their petals, soft, adore me … your dermal landscape, quite aware my glyphs wind down your fleshy stair seductive secrets, spelled and bare that tingly touch, hypnotic man’s manuscript, erotic … the one bequest my love remands is if your body understands the things I’m asking with my hands those questions, lush and tender each kiss, returned to sender … dear pretty lass, no need to pout my careful claws will never shout or ever rush to spell things out a tactile, languid lisper of things we’re meant to whisper … oh how can just the blush your cheek or words put to my touch, so meek make knees and self-control so weak? each sexy phrase now turning to flames of passioned yearning … lost deep in sheets a-burning lost deep … lost deep. ~ * This is another form I created called simply “CINQOPET” … it is made up of five stanzas of five lines each, the first three lines in Iambic Tetrameter, the four and fifth lines in Catalectic Iambic Tetrameter, (IT shortened by one syllable at the end), a rhyme scheme of AAABB, CCCDD, etc, and a tag at the end of the poet’s choosing. *