Sensual Confession
.
To my man of crafty words
From your lady of soulful soul
A confession have I this day
From the very womb of my heart
.
Your trade I love, it's act a bliss
I'm in love with your poetry
Not when inked on papyrus
But on the very template of my body
.
I love it, when your tongue dances
Round my hardened nipple at night
And your warmth manly hands pays
Homage to the Twins on my chest
.
I love the rhythmic rhythm of our thrust
The sweet rhyming rhymes of our moans
'nd the shared sigh of our orgasm
If thou come next life, come a poet lover
.
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Waleola Segun
#scarredpoet