his letters are seductive
with an attractive curve and pitch
that somehow seem
to say the things
that take her from fantasy
to 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 hurts 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 his secrets
she listens and groans
he writes aphrodisiacs
that impress and turn on
the lights
she opens up
and explores her dark side
then bashfully 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 the taste
of 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 maneuvers her tongue
to say give me some
don’t let the flow go to waste
the silence gets loud
with punctuation marks that pound
she’s getting all she can take
he pulls the rhythm out
puts it on her mouth
and writes a smile across her face
with an attractive curve and pitch
that somehow seem
to say the things
that take her from fantasy
to 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 hurts 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 his secrets
she listens and groans
he writes aphrodisiacs
that impress and turn on
the lights
she opens up
and explores her dark side
then bashfully 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 the taste
of 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 maneuvers her tongue
to say give me some
don’t let the flow go to waste
the silence gets loud
with punctuation marks that pound
she’s getting all she can take
he pulls the rhythm out
puts it on her mouth
and writes a smile across her face
