Make Love To Me

Make love to me with your poem, your poetry. Flow slowly do not rush it. not so fast. Let your words last. Stroke me slowly Put your back into it. Caress my totality Draw me into your world let me succumb – To your glib poetic tongue. I hear your commands As you slowly express how capable you are Expanding my mind taking me places I've never been Firmly holding me in the grips of your suspense. I was tense Waiting for the end – you, let me down gently as your poem ended. I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath Thinking of the ecstasy of where your poetry took me. I let down my hair because you swoon creativity I get off on your enunciation and affections- inflections Word erections-sensitivity and vulnerability; Allowing me to feel every word- as you speak slowly… you enter me with your "diction". Slow and easy you speak to me Stroking me with your poetry... You took me to peaks of ecstasy with your sweet glib tongue and that's why I let you make ... Make sweet Poetry to me…