Poetic Intercourse

Poetry...
Entered me deeply
I climaxed
And couldn't stop it
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Poetry had me
Writing multiple pieces
And left me leaking
Acrostics

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P.oetry had my thong...completely saturated...and with
L.oose leaf sheets.... i became infatuated...
E.very single line...needed to be touched
A.nd I wrote rough...with extremes exclamations...anticipation...set in and
S.ubmission...was
E.xcluded...domination became must, stanza after stanza I produced them

F.eeling an
U.ndeniable sense of
C.arnel desire...
K.nowing poetry would take me there...a level higher...I

M.ade love...to my inner thoughts...and spilled my ink...at all costs
E.ntirely...allowing myself...to think completely and utterly raw .

P.ulling every thought
O.ff my cerebral walls
E.lecting to become nude... I began to call...Poetry's name
T.hinking out loud
R.eserving nothing...letting it all out...releasing myself...mentally...so
Y.ou could see me...physically
. . .
Penning the reality
Of my spoken words
And every single thing
That i felt

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I needed to say...

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I said it...
And it felt good
Riding the pen

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But now that it's done
And over with
I'll never write it again . .