Just Give Me the Dic.tion...

Just Give Me the Dic.tion...

He knows I'm a vixen...

For metaphoric dic.tion...

With an addiction...

To rough depictions...

.

Delivered delicately...

.

It's a desired delicacy...

.

He knows I get moist...

When his voice...

Exits eloquently...

.

But there are times...

When he skips the sublime....

.

When he crosses lines...

And I uncross mine... 

.

...Cuz i like that sh*t...

.

... Because I like that *raw* spit...

.

It's when BiC equals d*ck...

And his lips to my lips... 

.

...Sound like eating p*ssy...

.

When he writes like...

"Bend over... Spread them cheeks"...

And it doesn't read like

"back door.... Or flex jointed key"...

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I get excit...

Wetter Than Water...

He made space...

For his tip to base...

To grace this place...

After face was given...
.

 After rhymes had been written...

With fingertips that glisten...

From lips gently bitten....

He made a place forbidden...

.

Accessible...

.

Made limbs extra flexible....

Susceptible to being spread...

This and that way...

.

He made me stay...

In a laid-out position...

Positioned to transition...

To the role he played...

.

... Behind me...

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Balls deep...

Grinding me...

.

His character had no name...

He just played...

"Inside me"...

.

No sugarcoat... .

.

With the lights bright...

So he could see...

That he could go farther... .

.

And go even harder...

'Cause when he parts her...

She's gets ...

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)

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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