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 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, letting 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…

 I try and teach this.True sensual
{The art of eroticism is saying it without saying it.}  

Allowing people to feel it without offending.

Alternative version for Singers. My masterpiece