Thirsty...

Thirsty...

I'm thirsty...

For the touch of you...

For the thrust of you...

There's so much of you...

That I salivate...

As you orchestrate...

Our poetry in motion...

Your pen*is my paper(s)mate...

And I'm thirsty...

For a touch from you...

For some skin grafts...

From your pen's shaft...

As I suck on you...

.

Sensually swallowing...

.

the concepts from your core...

Summoned to your centerpiece...

On all meta(fours)

.

I'm so thirsty...

.

Yet my mouth is wet...

The back of my throat is wet...

And my p...oetry's so soak and  so wet...

.

Yet...

I'm still thirsty....

And needing to be quenched...

Written,  rewritten...

and painfully drenched...

I Wanna Cum

I wanna cum...

Write now...

But I'mma wait

'Til later...

*

'Since you left me

In this com*position

With your ink stained

All over my paper...

*

And you're no stranger...

To my fine lines...

*

Or the way they expand...

For your rough rhymes...

.

I wanna cum...

But i'mma wait...

For you to cum....

A little later...

-ThePoetess