In Love With A Female Poet 2

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To true writers, writing tends to stimulate.

Deeply embedded thoughts she descriptively communicates.

She hesitates…

As my being screams, “Why wait?”

Adhering to the conventional is so hypocritical

when we were both born to create!

Confusion frustrates, as her passion initiates…

the pen of predator disguised by a baby face,

So I use my mind as the bait,

for her to sample and taste...

Now I can see into her soul,

as if it were protected by lace.

I wanna kiss her finger tips

because they speak louder than lips.

If her “Heartbeat belongs to me”

I want to increase the rate with my poetic gift.

Lift…

Her mental dress and pull down the panties of her stress…

Then taste and lick her fullness until there’s nothing left!

Wet… with sweat

I remember why I chose to digress,

From being in Shakespeare’s sequel the poetic equal of

Romeo & Juliet…