his letters are seductive
with an attractive curve and pitch
that somehow seem
to say the things
that take her
somewhere between fantasy
and this
their rise and fall
stroke her soul
spelling and telling her
to lose control
all by her lonesome
so no one else knows
the more she reads
he grabs a hold
touching just right
caressing so tight
she wouldn't let go
if she could
it feels so good
but this aint lust
this aint a love relationship
built on trust
it’s about pouring intimacy
into her half empty cup
this is passionate poetry
can't you hear the thrusts
and moans
he tells her his secrets
she listens and groans
he writes aphrodisiacs
that impress & turn on
the lights
she explores her dark side
and admits
she's the freaky type
he rubs sentences over her senses
she interprets them with passion
he grabs her waist
goes inside her space
searching for pleasure
& climaxes
as she reads between the lines
her fingers move between her legs
he inserts his size inside her mind
with a pen that's long and erect
the more she reads
the more she needs
so hotter...and wetter the ink gets
his imagination stands in front of her
she kneels and gives him head
sucking the sounds and action words
wanting all that she can get
he strokes deep thoughts over her g-spot
and asks if she wants to taste
she moves her tongue
saying "Papi give me some
...don’t let any go to waste”
the silence gets loud
as his punctuation
marks & pounds
she’s getting all she can take
then he quickly pulls it out
puts it on her mouth
and writes a smile across her face
her nipples throb with passion
her fingers are covered in goo
I think I know who the man was
but was
the woman
u
last night?
PHEnt (c) 2009
with an attractive curve and pitch
that somehow seem
to say the things
that take her
somewhere between fantasy
and this
their rise and fall
stroke her soul
spelling and telling her
to lose control
all by her lonesome
so no one else knows
the more she reads
he grabs a hold
touching just right
caressing so tight
she wouldn't let go
if she could
it feels so good
but this aint lust
this aint a love relationship
built on trust
it’s about pouring intimacy
into her half empty cup
this is passionate poetry
can't you hear the thrusts
and moans
he tells her his secrets
she listens and groans
he writes aphrodisiacs
that impress & turn on
the lights
she explores her dark side
and admits
she's the freaky type
he rubs sentences over her senses
she interprets them with passion
he grabs her waist
goes inside her space
searching for pleasure
& climaxes
as she reads between the lines
her fingers move between her legs
he inserts his size inside her mind
with a pen that's long and erect
the more she reads
the more she needs
so hotter...and wetter the ink gets
his imagination stands in front of her
she kneels and gives him head
sucking the sounds and action words
wanting all that she can get
he strokes deep thoughts over her g-spot
and asks if she wants to taste
she moves her tongue
saying "Papi give me some
...don’t let any go to waste”
the silence gets loud
as his punctuation
marks & pounds
she’s getting all she can take
then he quickly pulls it out
puts it on her mouth
and writes a smile across her face
her nipples throb with passion
her fingers are covered in goo
I think I know who the man was
but was
the woman
u
last night?
PHEnt (c) 2009
