The Pornographic Nature of Poetry

the pornographic nature of poetry freaks my head with images and wordplay i adore it so like a lover i cannot stop feasting on my lips caress each syllable like lovemaking my heart rushes like the first glimpse of her face thunders in my chest like each stanza in my hearts mind the pornographic nature of poetry silken smooth and sweaty hard against the pen pushing it forward fast slowly withdrawing each breath is a vow of love everlasting each sentence is a heartbeat feel it so strong swift and sweet the pornographic nature of poetry i wake in dawns light with it on my lips a taste of the words so tender a rushing of the soul to find the very center of my lovers heart feel it in the brush strokes of the pen as it scrabbles across the neat lines of the page thrusting ever forward to the perfection to the true expression to the words that my lover smiles for the pornographic nature of poetry lurid and sweet nurturing and deep