I made love to you In ballads of lines Between the words Poetic shrines I grasped your mind muscle With strokes of haikus Tickled your psyche With limericks in queues I kissed your sonnets As they fell from your lips And drank your prose In delectable lyrical sips You entered me With vocal verses so noble Crooned to the moon Left my flesh immobile Stirred a cyclone Between my thighs With your poetry requiem You so eloquently verbalize
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