I opened my eyes to find poetry between my legs my thighs the tip of the pen scrolling down my dripping pages with her nature on the rise. I can’t believe what poetry is doing to me making me so wet and anticipating the moment of penetration so intense I digress back into a state of unconsciousness allowing poetry to take advantage of my nakedness. My arms embrace her and pull her deeper into my psyche leaving no part of my flesh untouched I beg for poetry to take me even higher I need to feel full gasping for air as I descend into a poetic madness needing desiring begging poetry to thrust into me long hard and20constant. I watch the rainbow appear as poetry and I make love with a fever that I can only describe as ill. So pneumatic with words and moans descriptions and inscriptions the lascivious wickedness of how she molds me caresses me tells me story while she navigates my thoughts and captures me as her slave. I am so in love with poetry blind and naïve I give up my all my being my world and sacrifice my virtue to have poetry touch and kiss me please me and tease me while I ride poetry feeling her depth within me matching my fervor never unyielding constantly shielding my nature wither softness and gentle force I feel her power as I lay beneath her bucking and grinding till we can no longer keep calm. I dissolve into sentences and dialects of untold mastery while we engage into a cerebral foreplay caught up in her swollen vortex I cannot imagine what is next I fall victim to each thrust I can’t control my release goddamn what is poetry doing to me I hear my silence masked with screams of pure utopia as I reach a peak higher than any cloud massaging my walls with each powerful motion I pledge my undying devotion to poetry as I feel the rush of maddening waves feeling every grammatical technical prose fill my scripted womb and impregnate me with possibilities…….was it good for you?


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