My Poetry

My poetry touches your luscious lips
Sweet whispers of ancient lines
Movements in sensual mime
Feelings in it, meant to see

I beg you wrap your heart
Around my head
And in emotion have bled
For the joys of insight

I cast you to delights
Apparitions in hovering quests
Visions at midnight
Tongues at nipples to test

Your lips have taken the joy
On a crimson river flow
The heat of my poetry to rest
Within a beating breast

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