Reading your passionate poetry, makes my desire take wings and soar.

Sexy Poetry Man, how you evoke my fantasies,
You weave a love spell and bewitch me.
Your words arouse passion, that burns bright,
I am a willing moth to your flame, I don't wish to fight.
My lips throb to have your lips devour mine,
I crave your strong hands to traverse my spine.
Your aura invades my bed, making it a pyre,
You haunt my thoughts and make me catch fire.
Your whispers entreat me to taste forbidden fruit, a deadly mistake,
You would be a controling drug, a burning need, making me quake.
You are such a tempting sin,
I know you could bring pleasure without end.
Timing, a Cruel Master, pulling our strings, making it too soon or too late,
He just laughs at the burning desire that won't sate!
I passionately whisper your name,
As your love poetry fans desire's flame.
It causes my passion flower ro glisten with dew,
Always inspired by impure thoughts of you.
Sadly we must remain apart,
But we are connected, heart to heart.
Your poetry is gentle solace I await each day,
So My Darling, post another without delay!