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…
Legend has it you're the genie of bliss
I came just to trade a wish for a kiss
Three wishes you've always granted
But from you I just want one wish
From my love who has left me enchanted
Kisses served on a silver platter and not a dish
Kisses I can grant, for you I live to serve
Let me cater to your desire
Scintillating your every nerve
With my passion which burns like fire
Genie in a bottle, you're much more than that
Sending chills down my body
Watch me move in the sheets like an acrobat
You are mines alone and not for everybody
Yes it's all or nothing you were made for me to please
In love with your bedroom bending, it's a spectacular sight
Not afraid to put your back into it, yes you do it with such ease
So stay with me, I'll stay with you we can do this every night
A collaboration between Sean Solomon and Stephanie Allen
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…
© Vicki Acquah