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
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