With my quill I'll shout of rhapsody,
Tickle you with feather's foolery,
Dip it in your ink of ecstasy,
Let it drip on parchment sensories.
As my words caress your supple skin,
Forcing me where kissing to begin,
Telling tongue to light your inner fires,
Begging me to meet your coy desires,
Saying lips should graze your shaking thighs,
Asking me down there to seek your eyes.
You reply to essays vocally,
Syntactic tactics sing sinfully,
Firebrand phrases moan sensually,
Sucking sentences taste come candies,
Sexual syllables thrust quickly,
Vaginal clauses clamp down on me.
The ink spilled,
Our wants fulfilled.
How you envy
Our masterpiece!
Originally published March, 2008