Poetic Mistress

The intoxicating feeling it provides The allure of the first write How can it be I have found such passion and heat It calls to me from inside Hits that spot that makes my blushing face hide Wow the intensity is almost too much to bare It pulls me from reality and takes away my air This secret romance is so exotic I find myself aroused it’s erotic It provides me with ecstasy beyond compare This dirty little secret I’m afraid to share But shame and discretion fly away As I spend my time in poetry’s daze I have to be consumed by it no more hiding This is it poetry left me on the floor riving After the sweet ****** of my poetic ink’s release I lay there knowing we are in sync I have no words left to say Poetry has become my mistress and I’m it’s slave