bedroom poet

I love it when our sex causes you to become a poet
Inspires you to write a poem of lust on my back
Finger nails etch out words only expressed on vowel sounds
How you communicate raw eloquence
Engrave desire between my shoulder blades
Write the musical score of the melody my hardness plays deep inside you
Inscribe the pleasure our poetic intercourse
I love it when you become my bedroom poet

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