A Poet's Wicked Pen
by LateNiteFantasy©
She loves my wicked pen,
My wicked pen of non-commitment,
For she isn't married already,
My wicked pen is what makes her heady.
"Write me, write to me autumn's poet,
Spare no ink,
Use it all,
I'm so glad you're BIG and tall,
A perfect fit for my impassioned parchment,
Spread your ink rich and thick,
I can't get enough of it."
Her eyes say “write to me,
I read everything you have to say,
Compose a poem of you and I,
You are my older guy.”
Where to start with one as beautiful as you;
You are like a dream that comes to me,
A dream reoccurring,
Sometimes I can’t wait to find my bed at night,
As you come to me in delight,
Belly to belly hot and sweaty.
Phantom kisses felt on her slender neck,
She is not sure what to do,
Because she has never had a man write to her eyes of poetry.
