My 1st Love...

Poetry....
come to me...
allow me to kiss your lips ...
lick the lines of your stanzas...
sensually stroking
nouns and verbs...
on my knees
beneath the reign of your
powerful verbiage...
I find myself waiting on you to
erupt in orgasmic bliss...
sprinkling creative juices
over my psyche...
making a love sick fool of me...
for you...
you are my first love...
and I long to do you justice...
long to feel you penetrating me...
deep in the night...
as my subconscious thoughts
wonder through my dreamscape...
I look to you to
capture the visions of the
beautiful and the ugly...
commemorating them for me...
trapping bits and pieces of my life
between college ruled lines...
ink spatterings of ecstasy
scattering throughout...
therefore I am
on my knees...
awaiting the touch of your bic...
needing to feel the slick and sweet feel
of your ink spread across my pages
as I kneel....
in humble adoration...
I lay for you....
Poetry... for I am owned by you...
and will forever sacrifice my
innermost secret thoughts to you...
you...
my constant and faithful lover...

Poetry.